Chapter One: Living in The Past
I looked into his eyes as he pushed deeper into me. My legs were high on his shoulders as he looked down at me and fucked me hard. I love watching his steel blue eyes as he fucked me.
"Harder," I said as his thick cock slammed into me repeatedly.
I felt his balls slapping against me as he fucked me as if his life depended on it.
"Harder, Jacob!" I said as I looked up at him.
"You have to get up," Jacob said as he smiled down at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Your alarm is going off," Jacob said to me.
I sprung up as my dream faded and the reality of the divorce sunk in. I looked over at the alarm and turned it off.
Jacob and I had been divorced for over two years, but I still had the recurring dream of our last time in this bed.
"Fuck," I said as I sprang out of bed and started to get ready for the day.
I looked in the mirror before I went into the shower. My dark black hair was all over the place. Jacob loved to pull on my hair. He loved how dark it looked. Even now, at thirty-six, it was still holding its color, sure, there was a bit gray here and there, but it wasn't anything that was getting out of hand.
He also loved my huge boobs. I had always been blessed or cursed, as some would put it, with huge tits. As soon as puberty hit, I was much bigger than most other girls. Add to that a nice ass, and I was the envy of most of the girls in high school.
Jacob and I started flirting with each other after high school. Nothing came about it for a few years as we were total opposites. He was the geek, and I was into jocks. But the flirting was fun, and one day at a red-neck party out in the woods past our town, it led to other things.
Who knew a geek like him had a huge white cock. It was the thickest, longest I had ever seen, and that said a lot for me?
I was no prude in high school and didn't hold anything back after I graduated. I took Jacob's virginity right there in the middle of nowhere out in the woods.
What happened next was unexpected. Even though we used protection, I became pregnant. Many of the guys hoped it was theirs as they would have the freak in the sheets all men wanted, but I knew it was Jacob's.
Jacob proposed the moment I told him I was pregnant. He didn't even ask if it was his or not, he knew the lifestyle I had led, and even with all of that, he still wanted to marry me. That was just over eleven years ago, as our son Clayton had just turned eleven two months ago.
I quickly got ready and headed to work. I worked at a small warehouse down by the railroad tracks. I did payroll as well as many other things.
The only good thing from the divorce was that we co-parented well. Besides that, Jacob wanted nothing to do with me unless it had to do with Clayton.
I couldn't blame him; the divorce was my fault. No, if's or buts about it.
Jacob used to work as a tech for a local warehouse, but then he found a much better job working for a tech company. The problem was that he was always leaving to go out of town weekly.
At first, I looked past it due to the amount of money Jacob made; he knew how high my sex drive was and had no problems when he would come home and find that I had bought new toys to keep me going while he was gone.
Along with my job at the warehouse facility, I worked part-time at a bar.
One night after closing, things went a bit too far when I should have gone straight home and not hung out with friends.
Like in high school, I hung out with the wrong crowd, and that night we went bar hopping in the city. We didn't live in a small town, far from it, but it does have a tight-knit community where everybody knows everybody, so going to the city is a forty-minute drive on the highway.
Well, I got toasted, completely and utterly wasted. Jacob was out of town, and Clayton was having a sleepover with friends, so I took the opportunity to be as wild as possible, which for me, was wild.
I did many things wrong that night. One of them was that I stood up in the back of my friend's pick-up truck and flashed everyone as we drove down the strip of bars.
It wasn't until we got back that things went from bad to worse. I had always had a thing for guys with tight rock-hard abs, and Johnny, a friend of a friend, was with us, and he worked out a lot, so when we were at Kate's house by the pool, he took off his shirt I was totally out of order.
It started with all of us jumping into the pool topless. Which wouldn't have been wrong, I had been known to flash my giant tits at the drop of a dime, but when Johnny came over to me at the side of the pool staring at my tits, it was over.
Not even ten minutes later, I was sucking his cock as he sat at the pool's edge, with everyone watching. My friend Kate tried to stop me, but I was too far gone to care. I sucked his cock until he came into my mouth.
Johnny held my head down until he was totally spent.
Then, when everyone started laughing and calling me a cheater and a whore, I realized what I had done. I rushed out of Kate's house and ran all the way home.
I still could taste the cum on my tongue and smell it on my breath as I tried to wash it all out. I kept wishing it didn't happen, that it was some fucked up mistake that I could erase, but it did, and as soon as Jacob returned, everyone would tell him.
None of the people there at the time were loyal to me or were they, good friends, except for Kate, who had tried to stop me.
I called Kate right after I took a shower, she came over, and I cried in her arms as she tried to calm me down. There was no way this was going to end well.
Jacob returned home, and before he even got in the door, he was already fuming. I wanted to tell him first, but it's not something you can say over the phone. I knew I had to tell him, but someone got to him first, and the moment he walked in the door, our marriage was over.
