Finding a new lover for my ex

[NorthOpen]

We were together for 30 years—Lianna and I. Marriage, raising a family, a million ups and downs. When we split eight years ago, it wasn’t because the love ran out—it was just... life. But we stayed close. Really close. We’ve both had other partners, but we’ve never lost that connection. Sometimes, we still sleep together. Always with care. Always with consent. Always as friends who still know how to touch each other the right way.

Since the split, she’s been seeing this guy. Not my favorite human. He treats her like a side piece, and while she’s physically attracted to him, the spark just isn’t there. Vanilla doesn’t even begin to describe his style—and it’s not what Lianna really craves. She finally came to terms with the fact that he’s never leaving his wife. And she wants more.

That’s when I made a suggestion.

I said, “Why don’t you let me post an ad for you? I know what you like. Let me screen the guys. But there’s a catch—whoever we choose has to be open to sharing you. With me.”

Lianna and I are technically still married, even though we haven’t lived together in years. Our lives and finances are mostly separate now, but we’ve never stopped showing up for each other. She’s still on my benefits. I still fix things around her place when she needs a hand. It’s not out of obligation—it’s because she’s incredible in so many ways, and I genuinely care about her. We just couldn’t live under the same roof anymore without driving each other a little crazy.

She’s not someone you forget easily. Lianna was born and raised in Canada, but there’s an unmistakable exotic energy to her—soft almond eyes, naturally full lips, and a magnetic presence that sneaks up on you.

She’s in her mid-fifties now, but if you saw her on the street, you’d probably guess she was ten years younger. Maybe more. It’s that ageless gene some women are just blessed with. And while she doesn’t float into a room like some kind of goddess—truthfully, she’s more likely to bump into the table on the way in—there’s a kind of disarming, lovable chaos to her. The klutziness is part of the charm. She’ll laugh at herself before you can, and the moment she smiles, you’ve already forgiven her for knocking over your drink.

She’s not tall, but her curves are exactly where they should be—hips that draw the eye, breasts that still make me pause when she takes off her shirt like it’s no big deal. And she has those beautiful imperfections that only make her sexier. The tiny stretch marks on her thighs. The soft belly she once apologized for, not knowing how much I loved kissing it. She is the kind of woman who doesn’t try to be sexy—she just is, whether she’s straddling me or tripping over her own flip-flop.

When we started writing the ad together, it felt like foreplay.

Not the physical kind—yet—but a kind of mental intimacy that reminded me just how much we know each other. I’d suggest a word or a tone, and she’d raise an eyebrow. “Too much,” or “Not honest enough.” She didn’t want to sell a fantasy. She wanted to attract someone who would see her the way I do—and still want to share her with me.

She lit up most when I typed: Must be comfortable with the idea that she belongs to more than one man—and one of them still has her name on the marriage license.

[venus-can99]

Sounds like an interesting dynamic with Lianna. Is the guy she is seeing since your split still in the picture?

[NorthOpen]

He is in the picture, sort of. He's completely unreliable, so he may go days without contacting her, and weeks or months without actually seeing her. and when he does show up, it's for a booty call, never a date or just to hang out. He gives no warning, he just shows up expecting she will put out, which she always does. She is left feeling uncared for and unfulfilled. When they do have sex, it's strictly missionary, rarely any foreplay, so he ultimately is just pounding her pussy or mouth until he cums, then he leaves, whether she has cum or not.

So, yes he's in the picture, but very sporadically and not in the wonderful way a boyfriend should be.

[FollowMy Lead]

What a wonderful description of the dynamic. Your feelings and caring come out in your writing. I am not sure where you live but you two would be people I would appreciate being in my orbit. I know not every marriage is perfect but having a supportive partner, married or not makes this adventure much more pleasurable. Where are you two located?

[NorthOpen]

Thank you for the kind comments. Yes, we do care deeply for each other, and it's nice to know that someone else appreciates why this is an important component in a sustainable 3-way dynamic. We are in western Canada.

[NorthOpen]

We haven't completed crafting the ad yet, maybe because the sexual tension it creates is so delicious it's like a dessert that we don't want to finish eating.

To that end, the dull boyfriend uncharacteristically reached out today and said he was going to be in the same area as Lianna tomorrow, hinting that he wants to hook up with her. He has flaked out so many times that she doesn't believe he will show, though she welcomes him with open arms (and everything else open too) when he does decide to show up.

On the positive side, when I asked her if she wanted to be reclaimed afterwards, she said "of course I do!" which was nice to hear.

Fingers crossed.

[NorthOpen]

Dull boyfriend disappoints again: two hours late and brings two Costco hot dogs as "the date".

Note to potential bulls - do better than that dull boyfriend.

[NorthOpen]

The dull boyfriend showed up unannounced yesterday just as Lianna was getting home from church. She told me that although she wasn't super in the mood, the minute he kissed her and pushed his tongue into her mouth, she got wet fast. She described dropping to her knees and undoing his pants to free his rod, and blowing him to completion right there in doorway. Anyone could have seen them had they walked by and looked, but they didn't.

He zipped up and left, leaving her feeling used (again), so she immediately hopped in her car and drove to me so I could lick her to orgasm as she told me about how she swallowed his load just 30 minutes earlier. She has a very expressive clit: When she's truly aroused, it gets hard and stands up, so she can't really fake it... so I could tell that she was horny as soon as she pushed my head between her legs and her clit stood out to greet me. It didn't take long either; maybe 2 minutes of sucking and licking and she had a loooooong beautiful orgasm.

Then she climbed on and amazoned me until I told her I was cumming, so she quickly climbed off and watched me shoot my load all over myself.

The dull boyfriend may not be good for much, but at least he sparks occasional fun.

[NorthOpen]

Late last week, I was neck deep in meetings at work and trying to hit a deadline for a project, so my phone was set to silent so I could focus.

At the end of the day, I headed home with some satisfaction (deadline met, meetings were a success, overall a happy day) and once home, I started to make pasta. As I'm waiting for the water to boil, I pull out my phone, realizing I had not checked it since noon, such was the intensity of my focus. There was one missed call from Lianna and a voicemail message, so I listened and nearly dropped the phone: It was five minutes of Lianna moaning and sighing, the boyfriend grunting, and the bed creaking. Now, despite me sporadically suggesting over the years that she let me listen once in a while, she had never shown an inclination to do that, so I wasn't sure if this unexpected gift was the result of a pocket dial or something more intentional... so I decided to wait. I knew she was supposed to be coming over in a couple of days to meet the kids for mother's day, so I figured I'd be able to bring it up to her at that point when we had a moment of privacy.

Fast forward to Mother's Day. Lianna arrives and we all have a good time. She takes off with the kids to do some shopping, and then once they came back, the two of us hung out in the back yard for a bit and that's when I was able to bring up the message. Based on her reaction, it was clearly an accidental butt-dial. She said she remembered having set an alarm to get ready for her shift, and it went off when they were in mid-fuck, so she fumbled with the phone turning off the alarm and must have called me in the process (whether it's true or not, I choose to believe her).

I asked her if she wanted to listen to it before I deleted it, and she declined, but then paused... and asked "Why would you delete it? Do you like it? I know you said once that you wanted to listen" and I had to admit it turned me on a lot, and that with her permission, I'd love to keep it. I also told her I had listened to it probably ten times in the previous couple of days. Seemingly unperturbed, she told me to keep it and think of her whenever I listened to it.

The conversation didn't stop there, though.

We laughed a bit and I mentioned that the deal we had around this was that she is always supposed to let me know if her boyfriend is coming over, so I can plan to duck out of work if possible and go reclaim her right after he has left. She made some comment about not having time, but I called bullshit and reminded her that of the special bat-signal text message: it's a single emoji that we've agreed means he's on his way (he often gives her 5 minutes or less warning of his intention to stop by... kind of a jerk thing to do but she puts up with it).

She agreed that she had failed to live up to her end of the deal, and so I asked how she was going to make up for it... to which she replied "Spank me?"

Ohhhh, the game is on!

After quickly checking what the kids' plans were (they didn't want to hang around the boring old people so they were already heading out to do something else), we waited to make sure they were on their way, and I ordered to go assume the position on our old bed, to which she practically leapt out of her chair and sprinted into the house, shedding clothes along the way. By the time I got there, she was buck naked with her ass in the air and her face in a pillow.

We don't do the spanking thing too often, but when we do, it's fun. I gave her one gentle swap across her butt, and then asked what the safe word was... she kind of looked back at me questioningly, and realized it was going to get real.

In the end, Lianna asked to swallow my load (I provided plenty), she had several orgasms, she didn't need to use the safe word, but my hand was probably as sore and as red as her ass from the intensity of the spanking. She messaged me this morning (the day after) that her pleasantly sore backside was a reminder to honor our agreement, and that she knows the punishment fit the crime.

She also said that she figured she would make dialing me a regular part of her process when she knows he's coming for "a visit", and then it's on me as to whether i pick up or not... at the very least I will get another erotic message of the two of them playing.