My ex left me for another woman… so a year later I seduced him and made him compare my pussy to hers while I rode him to completely ruin their relationship

I know this makes me sound like a total petty slut, but I don’t even care. It was worth every second.

A year ago my boyfriend of 2+ years left me out of nowhere for this new girl he’d been talking to. He said she was ‘different’ and that he was ‘in love.’ It fucking destroyed me at the time so I spent months crying and working on myself, and getting hotter than ever.

Fast forward a year and I ran into him at a mutual friend’s party. He was still with her so it was totally awkward, but the second he saw my signature tight black dress with no bra he couldn’t stop staring. We started texting ‘just to catch-up” and I told him I was doing well but within a week the flirting got filthy. He eventually admitted he how much more eager and nasty I was in bed compared to her.

So, I went full slut mode.

The first night I invited him over ‘to talk.’ and the moment the door closed I pushed him onto the couch, dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. He was rock hard in seconds so then I climbed on top, straddled him, and slowly sank down onto his dick. God, it felt good to take control.

While I was riding him deep and grinding against him, I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Tell me whose pussy feels better.” He tried to dodge it at first, but I stopped moving and squeezed around him until he groaned. “Yours… fuck, yours feels so much tighter and wetter,” he finally admitted. I smirked and started bouncing harder, making him say it again and again. How I ride him like a slut, how my tits bounce better, how I get so creamy and loud when I cum compared to her boring af self.

I rode him until my legs were shaking, then switched to reverse cowgirl so he could watch my ass clap on his cock while I made him keep talking: “She never fucks me like this… she doesn’t get this wet… I think about you when I’m inside her.” Every comparison made me wetter and more turned on. I came so hard on him I soaked his lap, and soon after he shot his load into me while moaning my name. I made him take pictures of my filled pussy for a “souvenir”.

It didn’t stop there. Over the next few weeks I kept texting him whenever I was horny. We fucked in his car, in hotel rooms, and once in the bathroom at another party while she was downstairs waiting for him. Every time I made him compare us out loud, about how much better I deep throat him, how I let him fuck me however he wants, how my pussy grips him when I’m riding reverse and twerking on his dick. I even made him describe what her pussy felt like while he was balls-deep in mine, just to hear him admit I was superior.

I loved sending him pics and voice notes too, moaning and describing his cum dripping out of me knowing he’d have to hide his phone from her.

The constant lies and guilt eventually destroyed them. They started fighting non-stop and she found flirty messages and suspicious hickeys until a couple months ago I heard through friends that they finally broke up.

He naturally tried crawling back to me afterwards, but I just laughed and told him I got exactly what I wanted: I turned the girl he left me for into the one who got cheated on and dumped.

Was it petty and evil? Absolutely. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.

I Still get soaked just thinking about riding him while he betrayed her.