If you don't enjoy stories in which ladies have extra-marital sex, perhaps this isn't the story for you.
The married couple sat on the couch, Tanner sprawled on the floor across the coffee table from them. "So, I don't think you guys ever told me how you met," Mark said.
Jenna looked at Tanner. "Gee, I don't remember. It had to be on campus, right?"
"It was at Lucky's, after a football game. I remember we beat Bowling Green, it was the first game of the season."
"Oh, yeah," Jenna remembered, taking a sip of the hard seltzer. "You gave me some real cheesy pick up line."
"It wasn't that bad, was it?" Jenna just rolled her eyes.
Mark asked, "And you two dated for the rest of your junior year?"
"Yeah, but then we drifted away during the summer," Tanner recollected. "And the next year you met whats-his-name."
"Aaron. But we only dated a couple of months."
Trying to deflect the half-drunken conversation from the memories of the ancient and torrid love affair he'd had with the other man's wife, Tanner asked, "So, Mark, you grew up in Oregon, huh?"
The small and intimate party lasted till just before midnight. Tanner felt lucky to be there, to this day he regretted he hadn't tried harder to keep his friendship with the woman. Of course they'd drifted even further apart in the decade since college. Four or five months back he'd been surprised to hear from her on MeWe, found out they only lived twenty miles apart. They'd struck up a conversation on the site, met for a drink. And then, he'd been invited for dinner with his old lover and her husband.
When he saw Jenna yawn heavily, he took his cue. "Well, I guess I'll be heading along."
Jenna said, "Tanner, I don't think you should drive, you've had too many beers."
Mark seconded the notion. "Yeah, we've got a guest room."
Tanner let himself be talked into it, Jenna showed him to the bedroom, pointed to the bathroom down the hall. "The sheets are clean, if there's anything you need just let me know."
A few moments later he was lying in the dark under the sheet, thinking about the woman he'd let get away. A street light dimly lit the room through a crack in the curtains. Then he thought of nothing, slept.
He woke suddenly, it was still dark. Something was in the room with him! He spied the figure, dimly made out it was a woman. As his mind cleared, he realized it was Jenna, standing by the door, in a nightgown.
"Jenna?"
"I couldn't stay away. I tried, I just couldn't. Can I come to bed with you?"
"What about your husband?"
"He's sound asleep. Don't worry about him." She pulled the covering over her head, stood naked in the glimmer of the street lamp. He gazed at her blond hair, her full breasts, the thin strip of hair below her navel. "I want you!"
Tanner curled the sheet down in invitation, felt the mattress sag as she joined him, raised on an elbow to meet her. Their first kiss was deep, a remembrance of all those times during college. As he grabbed at her tit, still as supple as a teenager's, his memory slipped to the first time he'd touched these peaks just hours after he'd bumped into her in the campus bar.
Her hand traveled to his lap, found he wore sturdy boxer briefs. "Let's get rid of these," she suggested, and helped him pull them down. She found, of course, a full erection, as thick as it used to be. "Oh, that's nice!" She bent, the prick entered her mouth, he felt the warmth and wetness encircle him. She bobbed up and down on the tool, he felt her ass, found her pussy was already wet.
"I'm getting too close," he warned, and she giggled and raised. They twisted, their bodies crushed together. After a flood of kisses, he crept down, licked her nibs, she answered with a groan. She pushed him down, he remembered how she loved it when he ate her out, he slid further until he was between her legs, her clit between his lips, his index finger far up her slippery twat.
As he worked, he felt her legs stir, her body tense. Yes, he remembered now how she'd always fought against her pleasure at first, seeming to delay it until it burst from her. This night was the same, she kicked a little, her deep breaths hung, and then, with a sudden suck of the clit, he felt her strain, only a soft groan escaped from her. That was odd, in the olden days she screamed so loud his roommates pounded on the walls. But tonight, he reasoned, she curtailed her response so as not to wake the man in the other room.
After her orgasm she quieted, "I'm fine." But Tanner remembered how, sometimes, she'd wanted him to eat her until his neck got tired and his tongue wouldn't work anymore, he returned to his task. He slipped two fingers in and out of her tunnel, working on different sides of it, licked and prodded at the small button with his thumb until she blew again, leg's kicking, hips quivering.
Moments after she calmed the second time, she grabbed at his arm, pulled on it. As he cruised up her body, he heard her need. "I want you to fuck me now," she said, "as hard as you used to."
She led his body on top of hers, with her hand between them she caught his dick, led it to her slit. One quick push, he was buried as deep in her cunt as he'd ever been, it was wonderful! She raised her legs to the ceiling, he pushed in and out of her in a furor. He heard her laugh, softly again to hide their fucking from her husband, and he did his best to satisfy both of them.
She felt how close he was, whispered in his ear, "Let it go, I want all of it in me." Just a few strokes later he rose, felt the burn deep in his balls, the hairs on his neck stood, his toes curled, the first jet rose up through the tube, burst out and drowned the woman's snatch. And again and again he gushed, Jenna held him and smiled as he filled her. After he was drained he collapsed on top of her, she imprisoned him with her arms until he'd revived, during the after kisses she tossed his hair, tried to hold his dick inside her cunt.
They kissed more, fondled chests and breasts and shoulders and arms and faces, lost in the memory of their love affair until she felt the cock soften to the point she couldn't grasp it any longer with her pussy muscles.
