Straight Female / 29
I'm Married But I Had An Enounter With My Dying Ex Lover
My ex lover was older than me. We never had a serious relationship, we were just good fwbs. He moved away before I met my husband. I ran into him again last winter when he came to town to visit his aunt and uncle (his parents had passed when he was a kid). We had coffee and talked and he teased me because of my small baby bump.
He told me he had a neurological condition that was very aggressive and this would probably be the last time he came home. I was shocked because he still looked fit and rugged and handsome. I think he could see by my expression that I couldn't handle hearing a lot about it, and he changed the subject.
We fell into flirting the way we used to, and all along I kept thinking this might be the last time I'll ever saw him. I knew it was wrong, but we ended up in a motel room. He started undressing me and began kissing my body from top down the way he used to. He spent a lot of time on my tits. He remembered I always loved that. My nipples got so hard they hurt. He gently kissed my baby bump which made me sad for some reason and I almost cried, but when he got to my pussy, I grabbed hold of his head and pressed him into me. He was always great at going down on me, and I could feel my labia swelling up and my pussy gaping a little. Ha, I was so wet he could have shaved his face afterward, just with the moisture from me. I had an orgasm before very long, then I begged him to fuck me.
He's well endowed, and he still knew how to use it. He felt great inside me, really filling me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist by instinct, like I used to. He's the only lover I did that with. I know he was trying to be careful because of the baby, but I signaled that he didn't have to worry, we'd be fine. I was so wet that we were making nasty, sloshing sounds. I had another huge orgasm, and then he came. He must not have had sex for a minute because he came a lot. I lay in his arms and we talked, sticky but satisfied.
He left two days later because he wanted to spend his last days in California. I had my baby in July, a beautiful healthy boy, and a couple weeks later I saw his obituary online. I don't know for sure, but I'd bet anything he took himself out before he had to endure the final stages of his illness. He was a practical man who saw no point in useless suffering and he couldn't bear to be dependent on anyone. I cried off and on for days, and I told my husband it was postpartum moodiness. I had never cheated before in our six years of marriage, and I won't ever again. I'm carrying around a lot of guilt.
He told me he had a neurological condition that was very aggressive and this would probably be the last time he came home. I was shocked because he still looked fit and rugged and handsome. I think he could see by my expression that I couldn't handle hearing a lot about it, and he changed the subject.
We fell into flirting the way we used to, and all along I kept thinking this might be the last time I'll ever saw him. I knew it was wrong, but we ended up in a motel room. He started undressing me and began kissing my body from top down the way he used to. He spent a lot of time on my tits. He remembered I always loved that. My nipples got so hard they hurt. He gently kissed my baby bump which made me sad for some reason and I almost cried, but when he got to my pussy, I grabbed hold of his head and pressed him into me. He was always great at going down on me, and I could feel my labia swelling up and my pussy gaping a little. Ha, I was so wet he could have shaved his face afterward, just with the moisture from me. I had an orgasm before very long, then I begged him to fuck me.
He's well endowed, and he still knew how to use it. He felt great inside me, really filling me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist by instinct, like I used to. He's the only lover I did that with. I know he was trying to be careful because of the baby, but I signaled that he didn't have to worry, we'd be fine. I was so wet that we were making nasty, sloshing sounds. I had another huge orgasm, and then he came. He must not have had sex for a minute because he came a lot. I lay in his arms and we talked, sticky but satisfied.
He left two days later because he wanted to spend his last days in California. I had my baby in July, a beautiful healthy boy, and a couple weeks later I saw his obituary online. I don't know for sure, but I'd bet anything he took himself out before he had to endure the final stages of his illness. He was a practical man who saw no point in useless suffering and he couldn't bear to be dependent on anyone. I cried off and on for days, and I told my husband it was postpartum moodiness. I had never cheated before in our six years of marriage, and I won't ever again. I'm carrying around a lot of guilt.
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