It was late at night after my ex had gone to bed and I couldn't sleep. My phone vibrates and it's The Cowboy asking me to hang out. The timing was odd- I hadn't heard from him in a long time as he and his fiance were deep into wedding planning. I double checked the calendar - he was getting married in two days and asked me to "hang out". We all know what that means.

I tried to get dressed as quietly as I could but I still woke up my ex up. He got mad when I told him who I was going to go see- he never asked, he never found out, but I think he knew what we were doing behind his back. But I didn't care. I told a lie, saying I thought The Cowboy had cold feet and needed to talk and that I was leaving whether he liked it or not.

The Cowboy lived less than 5 minutes away, barely enough time for my car to warm up on a December night. I walked in and was surprised, as The Cowboy was dressed and waiting in his living room for me. If you've read my other stories about him, then you know I'd typically walk to his bedroom and just strip naked as he was sleeping. His face gave everything away- he was actually experiencing cold feet about his wedding, and I knew I wasn't getting lucky. At least, not right then.

I told him to get in my car, and we went to IHOP, the only restaurant near us that was open that late. He talked about how he was scared of only sleeping with one woman for the rest of his life, how he didn't even know if he was ready to live with someone forever. I listened, knowing full well that I didn't want him marrying her either but not wanting to share that opinion. He kept asking me for advice, and I told he needed to do what he thought was best. When we finished our food, I asked him what he wanted to do next, figuring with all the turmoil he was feeling he'd just want to be alone.

"Come back to my place," The Cowboy said, not really asking or leaving room for debate. I just stared at him, making sure that's what he wanted and I could tell it was. I drove as fast as I could back to his house, where he basically shoved me through the door and to his bedroom, ripping my clothes off along the way.

I sucked his cock as he stood by the edge of the bed and then I got on all fours. I loved fucking me doggy style, and I loved how he grabbed my hips roughly, digging his fingers into my skin. I waited, knowing that after just a few minutes, he'd want to slide into my ass and that he did. After he was fully in and thrusting, and whispered "she's never let me do this" and all I could do was smile.

He finished and as I got dressed I watched him lay on his bed and stare at the ceiling. I didn't know what else to say but as I walked out I told him, "See you on Sunday".

That's right- my ex and I were going to be guests at his wedding :) 😘