We moved back home after my husband retired from his job, mostly we lived overseas and decided to come back to our home town primarily to care for our parents, but also so our children could get to know their relatives. We stayed with my parents while we searched for the perfect place to settle into. My husband soon discovered that he was too young to completely stop working and with his skills and experience he quickly got another job, I say that because that slowed down the house hunting. He came home and said that an agent had contacted him about an estate sale it was located between our parents homes, a small farmette off the main drag, where I could have all animals that I wanted and close to the little town that we grew up in. That we get to see it this weekend. I was ecstatic, living with my mother was beginning to get to me.
The weekend comes and we drive to the place. I'm getting feeling of Deja Vu as we drive up the lane, we had only been home a few times in the past thirty years, but I had these faint memories of being here. When we pulled in the driveway I gasped, my husband thought that it was because I was happy to see the house, but it was the house of a guy that I went to school with parents. I had been there many times in my youth, as we had a very intimate relationship, I was his first lover.
The agent meet us there and started to show us around, first the out buildings and grounds. I sort had to bit my lips as she didn't know as much about this property as I did. Absent mindedly I listened as she was explaining things to my husband, as I looked fond memories came to me. Oh yes there was the hayloft where he joked about mounting me like a stallion, then proceeded to put me over a hay bale and pound away. It was the very first time, but not the last that we did it doggie style.
Then we went by this shed that he and his brothers made into a club house, the same furniture was still in there, abet it was dusty and full of cobwebs. We had snuck down there many times to drink beer and listen to the radio, I smoked my first joint there. I must have had a big smile on my face as hubby asked if I liked this place so far, but what I was thinking was all of the cum stains that we left on that couch. Oh all of the times that we made out on that couch and how he'd put me up by the arm rest and go down on me. He had a magic tongue and never failed to get me off. I always reciprocated, his cock was on the long and thick side, I loved it because it was so brown and uncircumcised. I remembered one time I kept getting him close to the edge and then I'd stop and kiss and the start allover again, except I got him so worked up that when he came, he shot all over the both of us and we had to clean up with his t-shirt, which he threw away because he didn't want his mother to know what we were doing.
We swung by the creek that ran along the edge of the property and there was still a rope hanging from the tree. the summer before our senior year we must have gone skinny dipping there four or five times a week. We had a party there, must have been at least fifteen people, we got high, naked and went swimming and it was the first time that I'd been naked in front of more that one person, and the first time that we had sex where other people could have watched. We swam to the other side of the creek and began to make out, he got this erection and begged me to relieve him as he didn't want to walk around with a "raging hard on". Of course I complied.
Finally we got into the house, it was still furnished mostly the same way too, as the auction for the household goods had not happened yet. My husband and the agent sat at the kitchen table to talk numbers and I excused myself to wonder around. I gravitated to his room, it hadn't changed much, the bed was still by the window. It wasn't the same bed but I still remembered that afternoon. He got me over to visit on the pretense that we were going horse riding. I ended up riding him. He had this seduction all planned out, and honestly I was a willing participant but he fumbled around so much that I began to laugh and blurted out something to the effect that he'd never done this before. He gave me a sheepish look and confessed that he hadn't, but then in a hoarse voice he almost croaked out but I want you so bad.
I guess that why I loved our relationship, from the beginning I was always in charge. I admit that I was experienced, but my other relationships I was submissive. That afternoon I not only had some great sex but discovered how empowering being in control, especially with such an apt and eager partner, was.
I never told my husband about him, and thankfully he is so meticulous with finances as he decided that they were asking a bit too much and decided to wait until the auction. We went and the bidding got higher than what he wanted so we didn't get the place. I felt very relieved about that, but he showed up at the auction, as he like most of the people we grew up with, got an education and moved away and lives in another state. We did get to talk, we reminisced about the things we did there, caught up with each other lives, he correctly assumed that my husband didn't know anything about the both of us. He still was good looking and fit and we both felt stirring of that old chemistry, and if we didn't both have our spouses there I don't know what might have happen.