My ex-girlfriend and I had a purely sexual relationship. We thought we were in love, but the reality is we just really enjoyed fucking. She was carefree about being a slut and cheated on me constantly. I credit her will developing my desire to see my girlfriends/wives exposed to others.

Neither of us were doing too well in our lives and were living with her parents. She had dropped out of school and I had graduated with no prospects. We should have been looking for our own place, but it was so much easier to remain dependent.

I’ll never forget, and I’ll never know what came over me one night laying with her on the sofa in her living room. We were spooning under a blanket. On a cold winter day it didn’t seem particularly odd. Her dad was in his chair watching the television and her brother was on the other couch watching as well.

I reached around her waist and slid my hand down into her cotton shorts. She didn’t normally wear panties, but that night she had on this small lacy G-string. I slid my hand under it and started rubbing on her pussy. She started pushing back on me. Once she was wet enough, I slipped my cock out of the front hole of my pajamas and slid it into her.

Slowly I started thrusting in and out of her. Now this girl normally liked it rough. Like beat me, scratch me, hurt me kind of rough. I wasn’t sure that the slow methodical fucking I would have to give her to keep her quiet would be enough. But I could feel her pushing back harder and harder, making these little thrusts quickly.

She started to let out these quiet little moans, so I kept my hand ready to cover her mouth. Finally I felt her relax as she finished. With her done I allowed myself to cum, filling her pussy right there on the living room couch.