Sleeping With My Ex Novels & Stories

“Maybe our eyes were just playing tricks on us.” Victor nodded. “I think we’re both tired and need to rest now.” “Yes, I think so too,” I agreed, forcing myself to move away and head back to the bedroom. The thought of sleep was comforting, but there were still several things that continued to bother me. As soon as I closed the bedroom door behind me, I leaned against it, the cool wood grounding me as I tried to steady my racing heart. “Oh, God, what’s happening to me? Why am I feeling this way toward my ex-husband?” I whispered to the empty room, shaking my head in disbelief.

He didn't complain about the fact that he was now balanced precariously on the very edge of the king-sized bed with only a sliver of sheet to his name. The "What just happened?" hook of the night occurred just as my eyes were finally drifting shut and the silence was replaced by a muffled and rhythmic buzzing. It wasn't the sharp trill of a standard phone but a heavy and persistent vibration that seemed to be coming from the very center of my pillow mountain. I realized with a jolt of adrenaline that in my sleep-deprived nesting frenzy I had accidentally tucked Dominic’s emergency satellite phone into the "foundation" of my bed.

Lucy screams in ecstasy as I slid my hardness deeper into her cunt. We were both naked on her bed. Her legs spread widely as I keep pushing my thing inside her. We both bath in sweats. It's my first time in a while to have excessive orgasms, not to my wife but to the woman I left behind for ten years. "I'm coming!" She moaned. " Me too!" I scream as we both reach in unison. I just realized I got a one night with my ex.

A rebound? “Why would I share a bed with you? Am I in a relationship with you? We aren’t a couple, Zion. Just because we have children doesn’t mean we have to sleep with one another. Yes, I have slept with you five years ago and I’m still reeling from that mistake.” He watched me go inside with a brooding look on his face. I didn’t give in. He should have expected it, since he was the one who had thrown me out of his life! He chose to marry another woman when I was struggling with the pregnancy and his children. “Mom? Are you sleeping with us?” asked Zayden, watching me fit the mattress on the floor of their room.

I couldn’t tell if I’d been lying to myself back then or if I’d been lying to her. This wasn’t the result I’d been hoping for when I started living with him, but was it so bad? We were both adults and we’d known each other for a long time. He knew my body in and out. He knew what I liked and what I didn’t. Was it so unheard of to sleep with your ex? It was just sex, nothing serious. I wasn’t the first person to have a physical relationship with my ex. Just as I opened the door to step out, Alexander appeared in front of me with a worried expression on his face. “She’s still in her room. She’s burning up.”

I asked with a grin. “Did I say anything? You’re hallucinating again.” He rolled his eyes at me like a moody teenager. I laughed even harder. He’s great at teasing, but when you tease him back, he gets all sensitive. We headed back to our units ahead of the others. After showering and changing, I lay down in bed. I didn’t call Zanyca—I knew she’d be asleep by now. I couldn’t sleep. It just hit me—the possibility of crossing paths with my ex-husband.

Disappointment crossed my chest, imagining that I would wake up seeing my ex-husband's face first thing in the morning. Images of what happened last night resurfaced in my mind. Heather. My false predictions. Drake. His mother. Everything was rushing in like rain. I groaned. How could I face my ex-husband now? Why not? You did not kiss him or had sex with him. If you did not do the two, what was there to be embarrassed about? After our talk, I went to bed and tried to sleep until I finally succeeded. I no longer knew if he slept beside me or if he did not.

He asked and I nodded. "You seem lighter today. Happier. Is it because training has started again?" I asked, knowing it was the reason for the big smile on his face. I stared ahead to the field where I saw the packs and the Conbraids training. It was good to be back on the field. Then why was I sulking? Ah, yes. Because the man that I love is sleeping with his ex or having sex with her, same thing. Now I was scolding myself.

“Or go back to sleep. You can do a sleep study on me.” “I like the way that sounds.” I let my eyes fall shut, head dropping to the side to rest against Alyson’s. All the awkward tension melted away the moment we got into bed together last night. We didn’t have sex again, but the moment we laid down together, things felt back to how they should be.