What My Ex Did While I Wasn't There

That afternoon had unfolded with that perfect slowness that only stolen hours have. Sofía had arrived in the late morning with a bottle of wine we didn’t finish, we’d eaten something without hurrying, and in the end we ended up where we almost always ended up: in bed, with the whole afternoon ahead of us and no reason to move too fast.

When I undressed her, I did it slowly, biting her neck while I unhooked her bra and freed her tits, those hard, perky tits she had at twenty-three, with her nipples already tightening before I even touched them. I sucked one into my mouth and with my other hand I slid her panties down until I found her soaked cunt. She was wet as if she’d been thinking about this for hours. I put two fingers inside her and she arched her back and let out a rough moan against my shoulder.

—Eat me —she whispered in my ear, in that urgent voice that made my cock hard instantly.

I kissed my way down her belly, spread her legs and buried myself between her thighs. I started licking her clit with my tongue flat, slow at first, then pressing harder. Sofía grabbed my hair and guided me, lifting her hips toward my mouth and fucking my face without an ounce of shame. I pushed my tongue into her cunt while my thumb stroked her clit and she started trembling. She came with her head pressed against her sex, letting out a long moan that broke at the end.

When I came back up, still panting, she licked her own juices from my lips and told me:

—Put it in already.

I got on top of her and drove into her with one thrust. She was so wet the cock slid in all the way on the first hit. I started fucking her slowly, propped on my elbows, watching her face as her lips parted and her eyes narrowed. Then I threw her legs over my shoulders and drove deeper, fucking her hard while she squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. When I felt I was about to finish, I turned her, put her on her side, and shoved my cock into her from behind, one hand on her hip and the other on her neck. She came again with her face buried in the pillow, biting the edge, and I shot inside her with three hard thrusts and a groan that came up from my gut.

We lay there in silence. I put on some low music from my phone. She went to the bathroom, came back with a glass of water, settled beside me with the sheet pulled up to her waist and that look of someone with something turning over in her head for a while.

I knew her well. Sofía was twenty-three and had a way of keeping things to herself that always ended up coming out anyway.

—What is it? —I asked.

—Nothing.

—Sofía.

She let out her breath slowly.

—There’s something I have to tell you. But I don’t know how you’re going to take it.

—Tell me. It’s fine.

—It’s about Elena.

I went still. Elena had been my partner for almost four years. We had split up a little over a year ago, without shouting or big scenes, with that coldness that is sometimes harder to get over than any fight. She was, among other things, Sofía’s aunt, although that part of the story was always hard to explain without it sounding worse than it was.

—What about her? —I said without changing my tone.

Sofía sat up a little, leaning on one elbow, looking at me sideways.

—A few weeks ago I went to a get-together at a friend’s place. Rodrigo, the guy who’s been with my brother since they were kids, was there too. Toward the end of the night, when everyone had already drunk quite a bit, Rodrigo started telling my brother something. Something about Elena. I came closer without them noticing and stayed listening until the end.

I waited.

—It has to do with my brother’s graduation, two years ago.

***

The graduation. I remembered it well. That Friday I’d had a meeting that ran into the evening and couldn’t be canceled. Elena had gone alone to the event after a brief, tense argument: she wanted me to go even if I was late, I told her I couldn’t, and she left without saying anything else. When I got home at dawn, she was already asleep. Or pretending to sleep, which back then was the same thing.

—Rodrigo had always had a thing for Elena —Sofía said softly—. Ever since high school he’d had her stuck in his head, even though he’d never said it openly. He’d jerked off a thousand times thinking about her, according to what he confessed to my brother. That day he saw her come into the hall and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He says he got hard at the table the second he saw her walk in.

—What was she wearing?

—A tight skirt to the knee, a blouse with a deep neckline, her hair loose. No bra, her nipples showing through the fabric. Those heels that make her walk the way she does, with her ass swaying with every step. —Sofía paused—. I was there and I swear you couldn’t help looking at her. Elena has that kind of presence that doesn’t need any effort. She walks into a room and every man there gets a hard-on at the same time.

I could picture it easily. Elena, forty-six years old, white, with those big, firm tits and that ass bouncing when she walked, was exactly the kind of woman who makes nineteen-year-olds cum in their underwear just by seeing her go past.

—And how was she?

—In a bad mood from the start. She was ordering vodka, didn’t want to eat, you were texting her and not answering. At one point she came over to me and said, “Why isn’t he coming. It’s his loss, but he better not complain later.” I didn’t know what to tell her. I felt awkward because my parents and the friends’ parents were there too, and I didn’t want them to think badly of her.

I recognized the line. It was exactly what Elena would have said in that moment, with that voice of hers that sounded like she’d already made a decision even if she didn’t know which one yet.

—Rodrigo kept looking at her from his table —Sofía continued—. With his cock showing in his pants, according to how he told my brother, laughing. At some point my brother told him to go over and dance with her. Rodrigo went, nervous, with that awkwardness boys have when they go up to a woman who outclasses them in every way. Elena accepted him without thinking too much about it. They danced two or three songs. He says he was so tense he could barely coordinate his steps, but Elena took him by the waist and led him. Like she’d been doing it her whole life.

I sat up a little in bed and leaned my back against the headboard.

—Then they put on faster music. I was watching them from far away and I thought it was nothing more than that, that they were dancing. But Rodrigo says Elena was talking in his ear while they moved together. That she pressed herself against him with her whole body, that she rubbed his hard cock against the hip bone and didn’t pull away, on the contrary, she pressed closer. That she said things he wasn’t expecting, that she asked him in his ear if he always got that hard dancing with his friends’ women. That the heat of her mouth so close to his ear was driving him crazy.

—And what did you feel when you heard it? —I asked her.

Sofía looked at me.

—A turn-on —she answered with complete calm—. The same turn-on you’ve got right now with your cock hard again under the sheet.

She was right. I was hard again, completely, and we both knew it. Sofía glanced at the bulge and smiled.

***

—Then Elena said she felt sick. That she needed air. She went out alone. Rodrigo followed her.

The image came on its own: Elena in the parking lot, with the night over her, too much vodka in her body and too much anger still hanging around with nowhere to go.

—He found her leaning against her car with her eyes closed. He asked if she was okay. She took a while to answer. Then she said she was sad. That you’d chosen work over her. That you didn’t understand what it meant to her for you to be there that night.

Sofía slid a hand under the sheet and closed her fingers around my cock. She squeezed it slowly, measuring me, with that way she had of grabbing me as if she knew exactly where to put each finger.

—Rodrigo told her that any man who left a woman like her alone on a night like that deserved to get her fucked by someone else. He said it exactly like that.

—Nineteen years old and he already knew how that works —I muttered.

—Apparently. —Sofía’s hand started stroking me slowly, up and down, her wrist twisting at the tip—. Should I keep going?

—Yes. Keep going.

—Elena laughed when he said that. But it wasn’t a happy laugh. Then she looked at him and asked how old he was. He told her. She said, “You could be my nephew.”

—But he wasn’t.

—No. And Rodrigo made that clear. He told her to stop looking at him like he was a kid. Not to look at him like that. That what he felt was not that at all. And he took her hand and put it on his cock, over his pants, so she could feel how badly he wanted her.

Sofía’s hand moved slowly, with a cadence that was almost unbearable. She kept talking in the same tone she could have used to tell me anything else.

—Elena looked at him for a long while. She squeezed his cock over the fabric without taking her hand away. And then she kissed him. She was the one who leaned in to him. With her whole tongue in his mouth from the very first second, according to Rodrigo.

I breathed out slowly through my nose.

—She took the initiative?

—She took the initiative. Rodrigo stayed still for two seconds. Then he got his hands under her blouse and grabbed her tits. He squeezed them hard, found the nipples with his thumbs and pinched them. Elena moaned into his mouth.

Sofía slid downward under the sheet. I stopped listening for a moment because her mouth was no longer talking. She took my cock in all the way at once and the sound that came out of me was involuntary and completely honest. I felt her choke for a moment against my pubic hair before she came back up with a string of saliva hanging from her lip. She started sucking me with that rhythm of hers, slow at the base, fast at the head, sucking hard at the end of each upward stroke, her tongue circling the glans. Her hands were squeezing my balls firmly. Then she lifted her gaze without taking my cock out of her mouth.

—Elena looked for the keys in her purse —she said, with her voice slightly rough and a thread of spit at the corner of her mouth—. Found them by touch. Opened the car, got Rodrigo into the back seat. He says he barely had time to understand what was happening before she was already unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock. She took it out, looked at it for a second and said, “What a pretty cock you have, nephew.”

Sofía went back to what she was doing. She swallowed my cock all the way again, this time hungrily, her cheeks hollowed by the effort. I stared at the ceiling with half-closed eyes.

—He says he couldn’t last at all —she continued, with short pauses between the words and her mouth full—. Less than a minute. That he was too turned on, that he’d been imagining it for too long, imagining exactly Elena’s mouth. That Elena sucked his cock while looking him in the eyes, one hand at the base moving it and the other squeezing his balls. That she pulled it out of her mouth for a second to lick his balls, one after the other, and he felt his mind go blank. That when she took him back into her mouth all the way he came without being able to warn her. That he filled her mouth with cum and couldn’t do anything to stop it. He could only moan with his legs trembling against the seat. And that Elena swallowed it all, every last drop, and then licked off whatever was left on the tip.

I made an involuntary sound. Sofía smiled with my cock still in her mouth.

—And her?

—She didn’t stop. She leaned back against the far door, lifted her skirt to her waist, took off her soaked panties without hurrying and threw them onto the car floor. She spread her legs, opened her cunt with two fingers so he could see how wet she was, and told Rodrigo to return the favor. That he couldn’t leave her like that, cunt dripping and not even getting off.

Sofía came back up. She looked at me from below with her lips shiny with saliva and something in her eyes that was part amusement, part something else.

—Rodrigo says he’d never smelled a cunt like that. That he leaned between her legs and something changed inside him. That Elena smelled like real desire, like a mature woman’s cunt soaked with need, like something he didn’t know how to describe in nineteen-year-old words. That he started licking her slowly, from bottom to top, and Elena grabbed his head with both hands and pressed it against her cunt, leaving him no room. “Lick my clit,” she told him. “Don’t stop.”

She sat up, settled herself on top of me slowly, took my cock in her hand, ran it over the lips of her cunt wetting the head and slid it into herself centimeter by centimeter while biting her lip. We both let out the air at the same time when she had me all the way inside.

—Should I keep going? —she asked.

—Keep going —I said, with my cock buried all the way inside her cunt.

***

She started moving in slow circles, grinding my cock with her hips. Her hands rested on my chest, her eyes half-closed, her voice low and even as if she could do both things at once without effort.

—He says she came twice with his tongue while he was still learning where to put his hands. That the first time she grabbed his hair hard and shoved his face against her cunt until he almost choked. That the second time she trembled all over, her thighs squeezing his ears, and got my chin and neck wet. That she moaned very softly, that she bit her lip so she wouldn’t make noise, that she looked out through the car window toward the empty parking lot as if she wanted someone to see them and at the same time didn’t.

I held Sofía’s hips. She kept moving at her own pace, without hurrying, up and down now, letting the cock slide almost all the way out before swallowing it again with her cunt.

—Then he got on top. He was hard again already, hard as a rock according to what he was telling my brother while laughing. He says he fucked her with one thrust and Elena let out a rough cry that got stuck in her throat. That she was so wet he slid all the way in on the first hit, balls-deep. That Elena grabbed his hair with both hands, bit his lower lip and told him, “Fuck me like you hate me, nephew.”

Sofía leaned forward so I could suck her nipples. I took one into my mouth and then the other while she kept moving on top of me.

—That she set the pace, that she decided when to go faster and when to go slower, that she tilted her hips toward him with a precision that was completely new to him. That she whispered filthy things in his ear while he fucked her. “Put it deeper. Harder. Tear my cunt up.” That it wasn’t what he’d expected from an older woman. That she was a lot dirtier than he’d ever imagined. Then she got on all fours on the seat, her face against the fogged-up glass, and told him to put it in like that, from behind.

Elena. Forty-six years old. In the back seat of his car, with her skirt pulled up over her waist and her ass lifted so a nineteen-year-old kid could wreck her, in the parking lot of a party hall, using him with all the determination I knew so well and had so rarely felt directed at me with that intensity.

And me in the office, not answering the messages.

—Rodrigo says he grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard, uncontrollably —Sofía went on, panting now too—. That Elena’s ass kept slamming into his groin with every thrust. That he slapped her ass, without thinking, and Elena told him, “Again. Harder.” That he hit her again, and again, until her cheek was red. That she slipped a hand underneath herself and rubbed her clit while he was wrecking her. And she came again, clenching his cock with her cunt in a way he’d never felt before. Like she was wringing it out.

Sofía sped up on top of me, started bouncing with her tits moving, bracing her hands on the headboard. I pushed from below, driving it into her all the way.

—He came inside her —Sofía said more quietly, barely stopping—. Rodrigo says he couldn’t help it. That he emptied himself into her completely, spurts and spurts, holding her by the hips and burying himself to the hilt. That Elena laughed when she felt him finish, with a rough laugh, and said, “Exactly what I needed.” That he stayed frozen on top of her for a moment, not knowing what to say, his cock still inside feeling her drip around him. And that Elena looked at him over her shoulder, moved aside slowly letting the cock slip out, ran two fingers through her cunt gathering up the cum running down her thigh, brought them to her mouth and sucked them. Then she told him to get dressed, and picked up her own clothes from the seat with complete calm. As if she’d just finished doing something perfectly normal.

Sofía sped up more. So did I. The full image of Elena in that car, with a nineteen-year-old boy’s cum running down her thighs and that look of quiet satisfaction, took me to a point with no way back. I clenched my fingers in her hip, yanked her down onto me and came with a groan that surprised even me. I felt each spurt emptying into the back of her cunt. She kept moving a moment longer, then another, tightening around me with her inner walls, and then she fell forward onto my chest with a short, precise gasp, coming with my cock still hard and throbbing inside her.

We stayed still. The music was still playing softly from somewhere in the room. I felt her leak a little and slide out of me, and I noticed the cum running down her thigh toward my hip.

***

—Did it bother you? —she asked after a while.

I thought about it honestly, without rushing.

—No —I said—. It didn’t bother me.

—You sure?

—Sure. —I paused—. It surprised me. But it didn’t bother me. Weird, right?

Sofía lifted her head to look at me.

—A little —she admitted—. Though not that much. You got hard in two seconds when I started telling it.

—Did Rodrigo ask if they could do it again?

—Of course he did. He told her he wanted to eat her cunt again, in those exact words. And Elena told him no. That it had been a one-time thing and nothing more. That he shouldn’t hold it against her and not to tell anyone.

—And yet he told it.

—Two years later, a little drunk, at a party, to my brother. —Sofía smiled slowly—. People keep secrets for as long as they can.

Outside, traffic was softer. The sun was already going down, tinting the room with that autumn light that makes everything seem calmer than it is. My hand was in Sofía’s hair and she was still resting against my chest, without any hurry, with my cum still dripping between her legs.

—Why did you tell me? —I asked her.

She shrugged slightly.

—Because I thought you had a right to know. And because I wanted to see what would happen if I told you.

—And?

She looked up and smiled.

—This happened.

There was nothing to add. I kept staring at the ceiling while the afternoon finally ebbed away, thinking about Elena in that parking lot and about how people, in the end, always find a way to get what they need, even if it isn’t exactly where or with whom they would have planned it.