We were both still sweating and naked standing in my office after having the most erotic sex of our lives. But this was not supposed to happen. I was married and she was hard set against being "that women". She did not want to be the one who a man cheated with, because she was once the woman who was cheated on. But we were not simply two strangers, coworkers or general acquaintances. We were former lovers. High school sweethearts twenty something years ago. She gave her virginity to me when we were teens, and I have held that near and dear to my heart ever since. Eventually, our high school romance came to an end, but we were still connected in a way. We have a love for the other that nobody else understands. We eventually moved on with our own lives but still managed to talk and occasionally see each other. Even though miles and continents came between us over the years, we remained friends.
As I said, I am married but have not seen any intimacy or romance from my wife in over two years. A man has needs and I was tired of using my hand or a masturbation toy. We had been texting and chatting on the phone over the course of several years. During that time, we had seen each other often, but it was platonic. Yes, there are deep feelings there, but there was a line that we did not dare cross.
The more we chatted through text and phone the more we opened up to each other about our pasts with each other and our spouses. She was divorced and the mother of two great kids. Our conversations usually had some sexual innuendos in them, as we often flirted because of our history with one another.
One night out of the blue while texting and flirting, she sent a picture of her bare breast to me. I was immediately taken back to my 18-year-old self and remembered what I used to do to that perfect nipple. I immediately wanted to send her a picture in return, but I had never taken a picture of my own cock. It was late at night and my wife was asleep. The only problem was my teenager kids were still awake and I could not risk taking the picture on the couch. I walked past the bed where my wife was sleeping and shut the bathroom door. I dropped my pants and played with my cock until it was semi erect. I then snapped the picture and sent it to her. We chatted a while longer before saying our good nights to each other.
This pattern of chatting via text and on the phone continued a while. She did establish that there was a line she would not cross, because she had been the victim of an affair during her marriage. She did however make it very clear, that was the only reason she would not make love to me, because she did not want my wife to feel the way she did. After all, she did know my wife as they had met a few times.
Numerous times during our flirting, she would say that I was a great lover and she would love to have me again. One night while I was working, we got into a rather deep conversation about the sexual things we had done with each other and with lovers we had since that time. There was nothing secret between us. I started to get turned on by our conversation and took another dick pic and sent it to her. She asked what she could do to return the favor. I thought about it and knew what I wanted, but knew if that were to happen, the line would be crossed.
I wanted a good close-up of her beautiful pussy, but I wanted to be the one to take the picture. I just do not trust myself enough to be that close to her naked body. If I am close enough to take the picture, then I would be close enough to smell her arousal. Two years is a long time without smelling the arousal of a woman, and I do not trust myself enough to not stick out my tongue and taste it. I told her that and left it with the fact she did not have to do anything in return.
