I divorced my husband about 10 years because he was an alcoholic. Most of his family thought I was a bitch because I dumped their brother when he needed support. Well at some point my husband had to help himself, he wasn't willing to do that. According to him I was the one with the problem not him.

My husband had one brother that didn't hate me like the other family members. He could admit that his brother had a problem and wasn't blaming me for the breakup. Every so often we would meet and have lunch and catch up on what was going on. I always liked Steve a lot, he was relaxed and didn't have to get drunk to have a good time unlike his brother and the rest of his family.

Steve moved away but we still talked on the phone fairly frequently. About two years later I started dating another guy and we got married about Six months later. Two years later my ex husband passed away because of alcohol. I called Steve to let him know about his brother and he flew back for the funeral.

Even though it was a sad time, it was so wonderful to see Steve once again. I picked him up at the airport and gave him a big hug and even kissed him on the lips, which Steve seemed to enjoy even though my red lipstick was on his mouth.

Steve stayed with me and my husband Jeff during the funeral, I didn't want to admit I was sad to see him go back home. I dropped him off at the airport and kissed him again, this time I let my lips linger on his as we said our goodbye's.

About six months later I got an unexpected surprise. Steve called to say he was going to take a vacation and he was going to come back for week. Steve had a hotel reserved already but I told him to cancel the reservation. Steve argued but he knew me well enough I wasn't going to take no for an answer. I told him I needed him at the house so we could just relax and talk, but I didn't go into details.

When Steve arrived at the house it was all I could do not to jump into his arms as he got out of his rental car. Had it not been for my husband Jeff standing behind me, I may have been very forward. I still hugged Steve tightly and kissed him quickly on his mouth, I could see Steve felt a bit awkward but it didn't bother me one bit.

We had dinner that evening and sat out on the veranda until late evening. Jeff lost interest in Steve and I's reunion two hours earlier, I was glad he left to go inside and watch tv. I wanted to tell Steve a lot of things that had happened in the past year but I just couldn't right now.

It was almost midnight when we called it a day. I know Steve was tired from his trip but my mind seemed to be filled with thoughts I shouldn't be having. By the time I showered and changed into my nightgown my husband was already snoring as usual. I crawled into bed and lay there wide awake listening to my husband cut trees.

About 30mins later I got out of bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of juice. I stood in the darkness looking out the kitchen window, my mind not letting go of my thoughts. I sat the empty glass into the sink and made my way back to my bedroom. I walked into the living room and stopped. If I walked across the living room it would take me down the hallway to my bedroom, if I turned right I would end up at the door of the spare bedroom where Steve was.

I opened the bedroom door, being as quiet as possible. I slid the satin robe from my shoulders and let it hit the floor in silence. I climbed on the bed gently and snuggled up against Steve's warm body. Steve jumped as I put my arm over him, he turned over onto his back and I climbed on top of him and put my mouth on his.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth and Steve didn't resist. In the pitch dark of the bedroom we kissed like lovers. His arms went around me, pulling my body down against his. I was wet already as I felt his cock growing. His hand went behind my neck, his Tongue forcing it's way deeper in my mouth. My hips began to grind against his hardness.

In the darkness we became lovers, Steve used his mouth and hands freely all over my body. I pulled my mouth away and sat up astride him. I pulled my nightgown over my head and tossed it to the floor. I lay down on him again, my exposed breasts rested against his bare chest as we kissed feverishly.

I pulled away and slid off to his side. My hand under the sheet and I found his hardness in the darkness. I rubbed his cock and pulled down his underwear to expose his erection. I slid down and put his hard cock into my mouth. I felt Steve's body tense as I took his throbbing cock into my mouth. Steve moaned softly as I sucked his cock. I can't explain how wonderful it felt to have his cock in my mouth. Within minutes I could taste his precum and it just made me wetter.

Steve's hands were on me, he sat up and put his hand on my breast as I sucked his cock. My nipples were rock hard in moments, I hadn't been this aroused in many years. I sucked him harder and faster, all the while my husband was sound asleep. Steve pinched my nipples and I wanted to moan with pleasure.

I couldn't take it another moment and I pulled my mouth away and straddled Steve once more in the darkness. I rose up on my knee's and took Steve's hard cock in my hand, guiding his hardness into my wet pussy. I sank down on his cock, taking all of his hardness with a single thrust. Steve put his hands on my hips as I began to ride his cock.

I wanted to scream with pleasure, it had been too long since I had felt this good with any man. I rode Steve's cock, I came three times. I was biting my lip so I would cry out with intense pleasure.

Suddenly, Steve was pushing me onto the bed and flipping me onto my back. I spread my legs for him in the darkness. He entered me a moment later, once again he buried his hard cock with a single thrust into my pussy. His tongue pushed deeply into my mouth, his cock pushed deeply into my pussy. I clawed his back as Steve fucked me slowly,taking his time, making me suffer deliciously.

My mouth was wide open but thankfully no sound escaped. Oh god, Steve began to fuck me a bit faster and a bit harder. My nails dug into his back and shoulders, his mouth was on my neck and I was cumming all over his throbbing cock. I held onto him for dear life. Suddenly he was pulling me up and with his cock still inside of me, somehow we were off the bed and he was laying me on the thick carpet on the floor.

Steve fucked me like I had always dreamed about. Steve's, hands and mouth made me crazy with desire. His cock thrust into my soaking wet pussy and he bit my hard nipples and kissed me without mercy. I came over and over and I wanted desperately wanted to scream with pleasure.

He came down over me, his warm chest pressed down on my breasts, his mouth was close to my ear, he whispered he was going to cum. I came with Steve. I felt his cock pulsate inside my pussy, I felt his cum squirting inside of me. I bit his arm to keep myself from screaming as I came.

He thrust into me until the last drops of his cum were spent inside of my pussy. We kissed again as our orgasms subsided. I didn't want him to pull out of me, his cock felt so damn good inside of me. When Steve finally pulled out, I found the strength to spin around and clean his semi hard cock. I wanted to taste our cum mixed together. Steve moaned softly as I licked his spent cock.

I didn't want to leave the bedroom. I wanted us to climb onto the bed so I could snuggle with him and drift off to blissful sleep. I managed to stand and find my nightgown and robe in the darkness. We kissed each other again before I slipped out the bedroom down and back to my own bed.

The next day I could tell Steve wanted to know why last night happened. Later in the day when my husband had an errand to run I told Steve everything. My husband was charged with sexual harassment about eight months earlier. The charges proved to be true and eventually he told me he had sex with the woman he worked with.

So my husband lives without sex, at least from me. I told him he better find someone else to take care of him because I wasn't going to do it anymore. Honestly I'm not missing much, Jeff will never win any awards for sex.

I went to Steve's bedroom each night while he was visiting. Each night seemed to get better if that was even possible. I couldn't get enough of him and I long to give him my body as often as he wants it.