[This is a true story, and therefore all names and even timelines have been changed to protect our identities. Feedback is more than welcome. I apologise if it isn't as kinky/taboo as what you might see in a fictional story, but this one is 100% true. This is Part 3 of the story: The Time I Fucked My Ex's Frenemy]

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"You don't have to think of me when you fuck me. You could think of someone else. You could even call me by a different name. Like Kelsea. So long as I can call you by another name."

Chloe's suggestion intrigued me. I had never once considered the possibility of using somebody else like that, as a stand-in for an old flame or a fantasy. I always believed, up until that night at least, that the best sex two people could have is when they are fully immersed in the present moment. That night, she expanded my horizons.

In that moment, though, I was still not 100% on board. I wondered how it would make me feel, knowing that she would be thinking of someone else as she was wrapped around me, kissing me, cumming on me. The realisation that she was thinking about someone else while fellating me earlier had already filled me with a jealous, possessive rage. I wasn't certain this would be a good idea.

Her beautiful round ass grinded slowly against me. I can't lie; sensitive as I was from my recent orgasm, the sensation was a little uncomfortable at first. "When was the last time you held Kelsea, anyway? Have you really not thought about fucking her one last time?"

Fuck - called out! I had definitely thought about it, less as of late, but still. After the break-up, despite how poorly it ended, despite the fact that the bitch had cheated on me, I had still gotten off to the idea of fucking her one last time for good measure. "I could be her. I could be Kelsea. You could take it out on me." Her ass never stopped wiggling.

The blood had left my head, and carried along with it all my inane and prudish thoughts. Fuck it, why not. My left arm snaked around her, grabbing onto a heavy tit in one hand. She was a little larger than Kelsea, and I had always loved Chloe's D-cup breasts. The weight of her sat comfortably, comfortingly, in my hand. She continued to grind her ass against my increasingly-rigid cock. When I was fully engorged, she shifted so that my member was nestled warmly in the valley of her ass. My right hand cupped her pussy, still sopping wet from the submissive face-fucking she had put herself through earlier, and I whispered Kelsea's name into her ear.

She took that as consent.

Her hand pushed against mine firmly, forcing my finger into her. Her moans were stifled against her other hand, which she had slapped onto her mouth. She moaned a muffled name I couldn't hear as I bit onto her ear hard, and put my finger deeper into her cunt.

The light petting and grinding soon became insufficient. I turned Chloe over so that she was face down in bed, and mounted her from behind. Her round ass was beautiful in the candlelight, and I spread her cheeks with both hands to gain access to her pussy. The position made it a tight fit, but she was so slick with juices that we managed relatively easily; I slid my cock into her rather effortlessly, impaling her with a long and smooth stroke. She cried aloud into the pillow as I took her, and I closed my eyes, picturing Kelsea.

Kelsea was darker in complexion than Chloe, and Chloe was a good bit hotter than Kelsea was, but it didn't matter. In that moment, Chloe had just become a warm hole for me to use, a masturbator I stroked into as I thought about someone else.

I took her forcefully. Angrily. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh echoed in the room, combining with the sounds of her frantic moaning to create music. I spanked her ass, hard, leaving a bright red imprint as I yanked on her long hair.

"You fucking dirty cheating bitch." My voice was a deep and dark growl escaping from between gritted teeth. In my mind, Chloe had completely transformed into Kelsea. I took my frustrations and my heartbreak out on her. "You dirty fucking desperate whore," I repeated, spanking her ass again. Chloe yelped underneath me, her body already trembling.

"I should never have cheated. You're such a good fuck. I should never have cheated," she cried into the pillow. I didn't even stop to consider the implications of her words, or to wonder if she was really getting into the roleplay. I just continued to use her pussy, pounding her ferociously, feeling the tears well in my eyes.

"No, you shouldn't have. Was I not enough? Did I not fuck you good enough? Why the fuck would I not be enough?" I punctuated each sentence with a spank, leaving angry welts on her bare ass. The tears were now streaming down my face. I know this is not a sexy thing for you, dear reader, to picture, but I must be honest - this was how it went. "Fuck you," I spat, my hand pressing her face down into the pillow as she continued to cry out.

"You're enough. You're enough," she repeated, louder and louder, a crescendo of affirmation as she shook.

"Do you know how much you ruined me?" I spat down at her.

"Fuck you. You ruined me," she responded. It made no sense, but nothing about this made sense.

"I fucking hate you." Specks of my saliva landed on her back from how forcefully I had spat the words at her.

"I hate YOU!" She screamed into the pillow. That drove me crazy. I pushed her head into the pillow and fucked her savagely, fiercely, the way I had never fucked anyone before. She came in that position, quivering under me and on my cock, her face pressed into her pillow, her ass cheek cherry red and raw under my rough palm. "FUCK. YOU. ALEX." That was the name she screamed as she came.

I continued to stroke in and out of her as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, screaming incoherently. Alex. That made sense. He'd cheated on her too. She forgave him, then cheated on him. Then they had broken up.

When she had finished, I flipped her over onto her back. The pillow was stained with her tears. Her eyes were still squeezed tightly shut, whimpering, tears escaping out the sides and cascading down the sides of her face. I wiped them away with my thumbs before lining myself up at the mouth of her womanhood. I closed my eyes again.

"I miss you," Kelsea whimpered to me.

"I miss you too," Alex whispered to Chloe, as I took the woman in front of me. The roughness was done with. Now we made love to ghosts, holding impossible people together across time and space and past the divide of our histories.

Alex kissed Chloe, or maybe Kelsea kissed Jon. I don't remember who started it, but our tongues were rolling into each other, clashing like waves on the shore. Everything was wet. Our faces from all the tears, our mouths swapping saliva, our bodies slick with sweat, our groins trading precum and cunny juice. In that sea, we whispered "I love you" and "I miss you" to each other.

I want to say that my cum flooded her pussy like torrential rain, pumping her full like a dam waiting to burst. That would unfortunately be disingenuous - creative licence taken to embellish what should be a beautiful true story. I did not flood her pussy. I did, however, shoot whatever was left in my balls deep inside Kelsea, just as Chloe came around Alex's cock again. When we were done, we became ourselves again. Jon and Chloe. Friends.

There was no need for words. We had already said everything we needed to say. We didn't even get cleaned up that night. We just laid in bed, holding one another, kissing the tears away. Emotionally exhausted as she was, she drifted to sleep first. I held her until I did too. It didn't take long.

When sleep had finally left her the next morning, she thanked me for our intensely emotional experience by waking me up with a blowjob. She blew me until I released my load, which she swallowed, before we got washed up and she made me breakfast. I went home and thought about Chloe and masturbated the day away, picturing only Chloe and nobody else.

This wouldn't be the last time we slept together, but it was certainly the most emotional time. The next few times were much more light-hearted and sexy and fun. But I still think about this night a lot.