Heidi, Corrupted (An Ex-Wife Sharing Romance)

by Max Sebastian

  "Lick it," I said, and she complied, exploring my length with her tongue as I ran my fingers through her hair.

  It wasn't long before I guided her mouth to the tip of my cock, and had her suck it into her mouth. Then I was holding her head as she went down on me, keeping firmly in control, fucking her face.

  It was like I was trying to out-do Don in the dominance stakes. She was loving every moment.

  "Take your panties off," I ordered her but I wasn't letting her go any time soon. She had to do it while continuing to suck on me — she struggled a little, but ultimately achieved it. She handed me her underwear so that I could press it to my face, appreciate her scent. She'd been fucked in these, fucked by another man.

  I didn't want to end prematurely, though.

  I had Heidi crawl into the bedroom, climb onto the bed. With her knees on the edge of the bed, she pushed up her behind, and I bent down to press my mouth to her succulent, virtually hairless pussy. I couldn't get enough of how wet she was, of how red and swollen she was after being fucked by such a large cock.

  I slid my finger inside her, but I wanted more than that. I turned her over onto her back, and while still standing on the floor next to the bed, pulled her body to me so I could ease my cock inside her dripping sex.

  She purred, and I groaned at the feeling of gliding inside her, her pussy so slippery, so hot. And I swear I wasn't imagining things: Don had stretched her out. It felt different being inside her, though it still felt good.

  It nearly made me blow just to realize what it was.

  "Feel good?" I asked her.

  "Oh my God.... So good..."

  "Even after Don?"

  She grinned. "You know it does."

  I kissed her as I thrust into her, but broke away to focus on penetrating her, powering into her, taking out on her pussy what she'd made me feel like as she'd fucked another man. She whimpered, she cried, she came surprisingly easily — and Heidi had never been a faker.

  Unlike any time she'd been with a stranger before me, it seemed that Don had primed her, he'd gotten her to such a state that she was camped out on the edge of orgasm.

  I swear she came three times just while I was fucking her on that bed, moaning like I'd never heard her before, saying over and over, "Oh my God... oh my God... oh my God..."

  I held her thighs together and plunged into her, and the adrenaline made me feel like some kind of sexual god. I turned her over, fucked her like some untamed animal, and she was screaming the house down.

  I had to wonder what my neighbors might think.

  We were both blaspheming like sailors by the time it came for me to grab hold of her hips and ram myself deep into her, letting loose the dogs of war. After Don had sprayed his seed all over her body, once again I felt myself silently amused that I was topping him another time — coming deep inside her.

  But as the high flushed through my body, and the two of us hit the shower, I didn't feel any real need to try to compete with Heidi's new man.

  Let them be together.

  It actually shocked me just how comfortable I was feeling that she might prefer Don, that he was better for her, that she'd never ever looked at me the way she looked at him, even on our wedding day.

  *

  We fell asleep together on the bed, lying in each other's arms, a fresh dose of my come inside Heidi. But after what couldn't have been long, I was woken up by a loud, heavy click from out in the rest of the apartment.

  It took me a few moments to realize it had been the front door closing. It took my dozy but panicked mind another moment to figure it probably wasn't thieves breaking into my apartment.

  Bella had just left — I was sure of it. Had she really been here all this time? I'd not given much thought to her once things had started getting hot and heavy with Heidi. I guess I'd assumed she'd left while I was feasting on Heidi's post-coital body, or caught up in her sucking ferociously on my hard cock. She hadn't.

  I pulled myself out of bed, being careful to avoid waking Heidi. I pulled the curtains aside, and stepped out onto the small balcony. I didn't really care that anyone might see me naked — it was late, very late.

  I peered over the edge and waited, and sure enough not so long after my apartment front door had clicked shut, there she was, blonde hair streaming out behind her as she strode out of the building, and climbed into a dark Mercedes. Uber taxi, no doubt.

  She'd stayed to take in the whole show, the naughty girl. I was certain I'd given her plenty of opportunities to slip out of the apartment while I was with Heidi — but she'd remained steadfast behind the curtains in my bedroom.

  As I stepped back in through the curtains, I stepped on something. Stooping to pick it up, I found it was a pair of panties — a black thong, to be precise. Soaking wet and still warm from her body.

  I breathed in her scent, and for perhaps the first time, I felt a flicker of desire for her that hadn't been there before.

  As I lay back down with Heidi, and we slowly succumbed to sleep, for the first time in a long time I was thinking of someone else. I did wonder if it might be some kind of subconscious self-protection mechanism, because deep down I recognized that Heidi was more attuned to Don than she was to me — that the two of them had a good chance of becoming something.

  However, whether or not my subconscious was trying to tear me away from Heidi before she hurt me as I had been hurt by Suzi, I couldn't deny that I was feeling something for Bella, and it wasn't just because she was the only other female regularly involved in my life just then. I liked that she was fascinated in the whole arrangement I had with Heidi. She'd been obviously turned on by the experience of watching Heidi with Don — but it wasn't just because of the sex going on in front of us, she was actively taken by the idea that I was allowing Heidi to see this other man, and enjoying the physical act of her infidelity.

  If Heidi's big fantasy was to be controlled by another man, Bella's seemed to be being shared by her man.

  I was beginning to believe that she was more aligned to my desires than Heidi was.

  Chapter Eighteen

  It was a few more weeks before I saw Bella again. I texted her a couple of times updating her on how Heidi was doing with Don, but it seemed merely polite, and her replies were simply thankful I was keeping her in the loop — as though it was some kind of business relationship.

  I was able to watch Heidi with Don again a couple more times, when she brought him round to my place, but on that final time I listened to them lying there, post-coitus, and Don said to her: "I don't think we should come here again."

  "Okay..." Heidi replied, sounding as though she was trying to think of a reason to object.

  "It is your husband's place. Ex-husband's."

  "It just has a really nice big bed, that's all," Heidi said.

  Don said, "I'll buy a new bed, okay? A huge bed. Biggest you've ever seen."

  Heidi looked torn — I saw her glance my way, thinking that this was going against our arrangement, that I would be offended if she agreed never to let me watch her again. At the same time, I could see how delighted she was at Don's apparent possessiveness, his desire to tear all control of her away from me.

  "I suppose..." Heidi said.

  "Good," Don nodded, making the decision for them. Then he was pulling himself up from the bed, saying to her, "I can't sleep here. It's not my space."

  "Okay," Heidi said, not really knowing what to say to him.

  Don was up on his feet, reaching for his clothes. "You know," he said, "Maybe we need to rethink the whole thing."

  "The whole thing?"

  "You know. You being poly. I mean, it was a little different to begin with. When I probably would have agreed anything just to go out with you. But now..."

  Heidi looked frightened all of a sudden. I suspected she was reluctant to make the kind of decision Don was leading her to make. She didn't want to take decisions, she wanted to be led. I could see that well enough. It was her big fantasy — different from m
ine, but completely in sync with Don's.

  Don sighed. "I just think we're good together, Heidi. I've met anyone like you before. You the most perfect girl I ever laid eyes on. Except for one thing — you have to see him as well."

  He turned away, sat on the bed with his back to me so that he could put on his shoes, and now Heidi could look over to me without worrying that he would see her, or that he would discover me lurking behind the curtain.

  I parted the curtains a little so she could see me easily, and gave her the thumbs up, nodding, telling her silently that it was okay to go with what Don wanted.

  She told Don, "I'll talk to him."

  "You do that." He stood up and I shrank back into my shady hideaway as he leaned over the bed to kiss Heidi goodbye.

  "I'll see you tomorrow?"

  "Absolutely."

  *

  With Don gone, I stepped out from behind the curtains to find Heidi tearing up as she climbed off the bed and stepped up to me.

  "I could tell him 'no'," she said, her voice wavering a little. "I could tell him it's just the way I am."

  "No, Heidi." I took her in my arms.

  "I could tell him either he accepts this, me seeing you as well or... or I don't see him again."

  I held her tight, breathing in the shampoo-and-sex scent in her hair. "You can't do that. He means more to you than that."

  God, I felt strange inside. I wanted Heidi, I was still seriously turned on from seeing her fucking Don, and yet the recognition that she belonged to someone else now, that her lover was far more right for her than I could ever be was shredding me up inside.

  I kissed her, tasting him on her lips, breathing in his scent, their scent, my hands slipping down her back, feeling the dampness of perspiration on her skin, enjoying the curve of her lower back, the roundness of her behind.

  "You mean more to me than that..." Heidi said, breathlessly.

  "No, Heidi," I shook my head. "He's yours now. He's just what you need, just what you always wanted."

  Her hands found my hardness, stroking me through my pants.

  "But you... you opened my eyes..." she protested.

  I smiled. "I opened your eyes to what you want — and what you want is Don."

  She paused, not knowing what to say, and I knew I was right.

  I said, "It's okay, Heidi. I always said this would happen, didn't I? And here we are. He's Mr Right."

  She sniffed back a few tears. I kissed her mouth, delicately on top of her lips. "It's okay. You can let me go, now. You know deep down this is the right call. You love him. You really do."

  She looked at me, then nodded.

  I felt my heart being skewered. Some part of me, a large part perhaps, did love her. But it wasn't the same as what she had with Don. It wasn't an all encompassing love. It was more like friends — with benefits.

  "You're okay about it?" she asked me.

  I shrugged. "You'll be a huge loss," I said. "But I know what's best for you, Heidi — and it isn't me. You'll regret it if you don't do this. You'll regret it, and maybe you'll come to resent me."

  "I could never do that."

  "Trust me."

  She nodded, and kissed me again on the lips, her tongue easing gently into my mouth. Passionate, but cautious, as though she knew this was it, but just wanted one little taste.

  "You want me to leave?" she asked me.

  I shook my head. "Of course not. You can stay as long as you want. Stay the night, please."

  "We'll be friends, right?" she said. "This time?"

  I smiled, laughed. "I promise. Friends, always. And if, you know, it doesn't work out with Don... well, maybe we can be friends with benefits."

  "Friends with benefits," she grinned, stroking my hard cock once again. "I like that idea."

  I felt a flicker of lust surge through my body, finishing up in my throbbing loins. "You know, until you actually tell Don that you've stopped seeing me..."

  Heidi laughed. "I can still see you?"

  "Something like that."

  She unzipped my fly, reached in to spring my cock free. But I pushed her back onto the bed, knelt on the floor, pulled her hips to the edge of the mattress. I figured I had one more night to enjoy her. I was going to take my fill.

  She yelped as I wedged my face between her thighs, and ran my tongue over her soaking wet pussy. Then she leaned back and groaned, enjoying my attention, enjoying being adored. I was going to miss her. Despite the way we had started out, now we were finishing the sex was phenomenal.

  This final time with Heidi, though, I felt like the boyfriend, not the husband in a cuckolding relationship. I felt like a thief taking what was not mine. There was some illicit pleasure in knowing that she wasn't really mine any more, too. I could see why guys might want to commit adultery with cheating wives, why it might be a little thrill for them beyond simply the wife being another lay.

  Heidi lay back and I ate her with abandon.

  "Oh God... oh God... oh my God..."

  Let me give her one last memory of what I could do, I figured. I didn't let her get away with one simple orgasm, either. I held her down until she was bucking and shuddering all over the place before I climbed onto her to slide my hardness inside her.

  It was hot, and it extended so far into the night the sun was coming up by the time we collapsed, exhausted. But try as I did to make the whole thing seem like a great celebration of Heidi finding her Mr Right, there was a hint of sadness in the air.

  It persisted in the morning after she'd left, too. I figured that I probably deserved to feel that way, considering how I'd left her after our marriage imploded.

  I felt the urge to text Bella to let her know it was all over. But what connection did I have now that Heidi and Don were an item, and I was no longer going to enjoy the strange arrangement I'd had with Heidi? So I didn't text her.

  I went to sleep, and resigned myself to the fact that I might have enjoyed something with the pretty blonde, but really I had nothing much in common with her now, if ever. I wondered if I'd offended her that night we'd watched Don and Heidi together — by leaving her to go with Heidi. I'd stopped her touching me, too. After that, our relationship had continued only as cool, dispassionate texts.

  But more than that, Bella was so different to me, it could be nothing like Heidi's relationship with Don. She was so much younger than me, her background was different from mine, she had a whole life to lead once she graduated and I was already stuck in some tedious City job. I'd never met her friends, I had nothing in common with any of them anyway. I didn't really have much to talk to her about other than our strange little game involving Heidi and Don.

  And the bottom line was, Bella was so completely out of my league.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The 'save the date' invitation for Don and Heidi's wedding came six months down the line — disturbingly quickly, I thought. Though it seemed to confirm my thinking that the two were perfect for each other.

  My life settled into a fairly emotionless plateau, locked in some kind of purgatory. I read stories about husbands who shared their wives, but I figured that such a reality was denied to me — I didn't have a wife, for a start.

  I tried a little online dating, but that didn't really go anywhere. I was looking for something that wasn't there.

  Along came the invitation for Don and Heidi's wedding, and on accepting, I let Heidi know there wouldn't be a "plus one" for me. That made me feel pretty sad. Nevertheless, I felt good about the wedding. I was certain it would give me closure. I could end that particular chapter in my life and move on. Heidi had found her soulmate, and it wasn't me. She'd asked me for help and I'd given her such good advice that she was now having her happy ever after.

  As the wedding loomed, I even started applying for some other jobs — figuring a change of scene was going to help me out of my little rut more than anything. That feeling that I was doing something, even a small step, to improve my life, meant that I arrived at the wedding without th
e negativity I could have brought. Things had to improve from here, and I was going to make them improve.

  The wedding was held at a lavish manor house specially converted into a wedding venue, some two hours' drive from London in the leafy Hertfordshire countryside. Really lovely place.

  I arrived and checked in at reception some two hours before the ceremony itself, and upon hearing my name and checking their records, the woman behind the counter told me my plus one had already checked in.

  "My plus one?"

  She smiled. "Of course, sir. She arrived a short while ago."

  I felt silently frustrated that there had been some error, and that I'd probably end up without a room — but at the same time I didn't want to make a fuss if arrangements had been messed up by Heidi or Don. It was their day. I'd find somewhere to crash if I had to at the end of the night, or I'd call a taxi and try for a room in a local hotel.

  Hauling my suitcase up to my room, I even found myself wondering who my plus one would turn out to be — she couldn't have been too far from my age or else the woman on reception would have known there'd been a mistake. Maybe it would be a "he", and the woman on reception thought I was gay.

  I slipped the key card into the lock and opened the door. And there, standing in front of a full-length mirror wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra, was Bella.

  "Close the door, honey," she said. "You'll let all the heat out."

  I laughed. "You're my plus one?"

  She shrugged. "Heidi said there was a slight shortage on rooms, so I volunteered to share with you."

  "Okay."

  She turned to face me, not at all shy to show herself off in front of me, even though her panties were semi-sheer. "It's okay, isn't it?"

  "Uh... sure," I said.

  So I changed into my suit as she put on a pair of white sheer pantyhose and then her stunning Royal blue bridesmaid's dress. It seemed to me more than ever that we'd moved past any possible romantic entanglement to the friend zone, or even the post-friend zone. We chatted, caught up with each other on each other's lives, and as we went down to the chapel for the wedding ceremony itself, it was nice spending a little time with her again, even if it was as friends.