Back in my hometown for a long weekend, on a whim I met up with an old online friend / crush. We went on a coupla dates back in the day, but nothing ever panned out. Since then I dated my soon-to-be husband, moved away, and have been married 3 years. Still keep in touch ever so often via email & his blog site though, all very platonic.
So my last night in town, my old crush gets off work early, we go to a great bar and listen to awesome music. Between the drinks and grooves, we sit closer and closer, his hand finding my waist, mine resting on his thigh. Finally he whisper-yells over the music into my ear, "I've been waiting all night to try this, if you don't mind," and kisses me with surprisingly soft lips. "We have to talk," I blurt out, grab my coat and we head out the door.
All these questions rush through my mind and out my mouth: "How come we never got together back in the day", "This is why I couldn't invite you to the wedding", etc. He insists on making sure I get home safe, but after the cab ride we both know the night wouldn't end yet. I decide to let him in so we could talk some more, but I realize Uncle is asleep in the living room, the TV watching him. In a retrograde slide back to high school, I have to sneak him into the house. Finally Uncle goes to bed and we have the living room to ourselves.
In between my showing him some family pictures and laughing at "South Park" on TV, we get into some heavy petting. At some point I've changed into pajamas; he pulls me on his lap and his hands are all over/under my t-top and shorts. "You feel so comfortable," he says, a kind way of saying he like the extra weight I've put on since our last date. He practically motorboats my DD's, but I have to stop him. "You are getting me in so much trouble," I say, while caressing his bald head. We hear a noise and I carefully check the bedroom hallway while he retreats to the kitchen, near the back door. I cannot believe I am reliving teenage years like this! but the coast seems clear and I join him in the kitchen, lights off except for the frig door.
Holding my head in his hands, he draws me to him and plants another tender kiss. His fly is opens and into my hands he plops The Thickest Cock I've felt in quite a while! Man's favorite line is next: "Just hold it, we don't have to do anything." The hell we don't! Then he drops the bomb: "If you play with it I promise I'll get hard for you" Wait a minute: you mean This is "soft"?! If it gets any larger, I don't think I can handle it!! I pull him to an office chair and sit him down by giving him a lap dance -- but the chair starts squeaking! We move to the laundry room, where he leans up against the utility sink and I kneel to titty-pump that tree trunk of his. He moans for a while, then I turn around to back my plump ass up against him. "So you like it from behind?" he asks, sliding my shorts down to expose the crack. I touch my toes and he caresses the DD's while parting my lower lips with that Louisville slugger. He whispers, "Can I at least taste it?" replacing his cock with two fingers. "I know we can't do anything here now, but next time you're in town you *have* to come by my place..."
Reality sets in. Next time? No, there can't be a next time -- I'm married! I apologize profusely for leading him on, he says he understands; no hard feelings - at least in his head. His dick, on the other hand, will be mad the whole ride home. He looks forward to seeing me again, but in the back of my mind I know I have to stop the madness.
The flight home gives me time to daydream, sweet wet dreams I promise to forget as soon as I land, but I find myself obsessed and playing these scenes through my mind at work, during meetings. When finally I walk home from the bus, hubby is out front with welcoming arms. I jump his bones like never before. When the frantic, familiar thrusting is over, scenes from my homecoming still loop through my head. A tear rolls down my face. "What's the matter, love?" "I missed you." "I missed you too."