I didn't start out with revenge in my heart. My husband cheated on me early in our marriage, of course being young and having a child I forgave him, better said I realized that I couldn't make it on my own and did my best but that hurt lingered. He was a very good husband after that for many years I wouldn't say that we had a sizzling life, we lived like friends, had 4 more children, endured a couple of tragedies. Instead of them bringing us closer together, that and me beginning menopause slowly began creating a wall of separation that neither one of us made any effort to tear down.
Then he had another affair, Looking back I should have see it coming. I have to admit my behavior towards him during this time didn't help. I was distant, wanted to do a lot of things with out him, 30 plus years of being a stay at home mother I felt the need to be an individual instead of being someone's wife or mom. I had stopped sleeping in the same bedroom invariably because I had terrible night sweats and heat flashes, but quickly got used to the freedom of sleeping by myself.
That being said, it still was his choice to cheat and this time it hurt worse than the first time, It was even worse because of some finical decisions that I had made I was more dependent on him that the first time. I felt so trapped.
Then my daughters (they were all grown and had moved out) got me a laptop and introduced me to social media, mostly to stay in touch with them, but I soon discovered how many people were out there looking for old acquaintances, friends or classmates. My husbands early career had moved us all around the country and I had lost contact with a lot of really good friends and I soon found myself spending hours on the computer doing just that.
It certainly gave me a new outlook to past my time. I found many people that I known over the years and enjoyed catching up with them, it gave me a sense of contentment I hadn't felt in years. Then one day I got a request from a man that I had went to high school with. In fact he had been the only lover that I'd had beside my husband. It started out innocently enough. Getting caught up on each others lives, he was a lawyer, an assistant prosecutor. I have always had a keen interest in true crime so I was enthralled with him recounting the cases he was working on. In his messages he always showed a concern for me, how I was feeling, was I happy, I began to feel closer to him than my husband whom I hardly talked to and had just been transfer to another work location so I only saw at the weekends.
It was too long before I told him what a morass that my life had become and about my relationship with my husband. He told me about his recent divorce and how it upset him, but consoled me by saying things change but we can count on inner strength to move on. I guess that he got me hooked when he said that he always remember what great times we had together coyly. I don't know why but I felt flirty, after all he lived in a different state and it wasn't as if we were face to face, I asked if he was referring to the sex we shared.
I didn't get a message back right away and was a bit scared that I'd gotten a bit too risqué. Then a couple hours later I got this sweet missive from him. He said he had to really take his time to compose this message but that yes, he often thought about sexual interludes, he didn't want to sound forward or graphic but making love to me was the best time of his life only eclipsed by the time that we spend afterwards in each other's arm sweaty, giggling and talking, and the if he concentrated real hard he could still smell the odors of our loving and it always aroused him.
Needless to say it started a long emotional affair and I went right through the steps, from messaging him all day reliving the innocent sex that teenagers share, to sharing my longing for him and how I would love him now, to a weekly phone call, then to him instructing me on how to set up a skype account and we would talk each night before going to bed. Oh I was head over heels back in love with him, I lost weight, started going to the gym, he was on my mind all of the time.
I started putting on a see thru nightie before we talked at night and he said that my breast were as beautiful as he remembered, I exposed my breast because he asked for a better view and I readily complied. I could hear a gasp from him, and then he moved the camera so I could see his erection as he told me how I turned him on. He asked me if I move farther back so he could see that sweet pussy of mine. Then we both masturbated for each other, it was fabulous because as far apart as we were we both climaxed at the same time.
This was our daily routine except for weekends for about 6 months, we began to talk about seeing each other, at first it was just off hand remarks, then it got serious, comparing schedules, looking for places that we could meet as we lived 10 hours away from each other and decided to meet up somewhere between. It got very intense, and exciting and yes invigorating, the secrecy, things coming together, anticipation.
It all came to fruition, we met at a lovely B&B, I think that I almost leaped into his arms and the 30 plus years I hadn't seen him melted away. He'd already had our room and helped me settle in. He didn't rush me into anything, Oh yes we kissed and embraced, he asked if I wanted to get something to eat. I was a bit, replied I was really hungry for him and that started a marathon session of loving.
We undressed each other slowly, I mean that we take off an article of clothing, then be distracted as we explored that part and were constantly kissing. Oh I hadn't kissed or been kissed like that in such a long time, it just created so much more excitement. We finally got naked in each others arms we paused enjoying the contact of each others skin, I had one arm around him and was caressing his cock with the other, I was obsessed with it and didn't want to let go of it, so hard that it poked me as we rubbed together.
We lay in the bed and his mouth went straight to my pussy, his cock didn't need any attention to get ready, but I kissed and licked it sucking the his ooze and truly I enjoyed the taste. He explored my pussy with his tongue, he joked that he was just getting familiar with it again. I pushed and moaned, I could feel all of the stress draining away from my body and had the most relaxing orgasm of my life, a spasm or two and I felt limp and oh so fulfilled.
I must have squirted as I could smell myself on his goatee and mouth and while that normally puts me off I found it highly erotic with him and kissed and licked him and forcefully tonged his mouth reveling in my abandonment. His cock was at my pussy and I opened my legs wide and he arched his hips a little and it slipped home, driving deep inside me. He picked up the speed of his thrusts and I pushed against each of his, his deep breaths, my panting, the sloppy wet sounds of sex I could hear and feel it all. He pushed my legs up and began long thrusts almost pulling out and then driving deep inside me, I couldn't feel his sack hitting my ass as it began to tighten up. I was entranced watched his face as his breaths became grunts as he pushed as deep as he could and feel his cock pulse inside of me and I began to come too and wrapped my legs tightly around him to draw in more deeply. Institutively I wanted his every last drop inside of me. It seemed that time stopped, the spasms of my orgasm were ebbing and we were sharing the kisses of satisfied lovers.
We spent the next two days fucking like teenagers, I don't know how to explain how we had that energy to continue like that except that what real love and desire gives us.