Memories. [F]

I’m in my basement, folding laundry and being a “good wife” when I suddenly think of you. No one is home, and no one will be for a little while. As my heart beats faster and my breathing speeds for a moment, I allow myself a smirk and enjoy the sudden warmth between my thighs. I’ve thought about you often in the last few years. We still talk and I still carry some form of a candle for you, but that life wasn’t meant to be.

As I pick up my socks and fold them inside each other, I grin and think about how we used to talk about you sneaking in to wait for me. You knew about him years ago, and you liked knowing that I was no longer reachable at all hours. You asked me about myself still, always eager to know the dirty details of my life. I never asked you about her, but I hoped you were happy and it seemed you were. I thought about that toy you bought me years ago, and how hot my cheeks were when it arrived and you sent a text to check on it.

For a moment, my brain was flooded with lust and I dropped my panties on the folding table in front of me. My knees momentarily weak, I sighed and tried to pull myself together. It was no good. I could feel throbbing heat between my legs and I had to do something now. I unbuttoned and unzipped my snug jeans and slid them just below my ass, only pausing for a moment to let rational thought get its say.

I pulled my panties down as well and leaned my hip against the table, sliding my hand down my stomach and pressing against my clit. A gasp, a sigh, my eyes closed as I told my better sense to shut the fuck up and got lost in pleasure.

I never fantasize while I touch myself, but this time was different. You crept up behind me and I was surprised. You kissed my neck and shoulders, biting hungrily as you helped me slide out of my clothes. Your hands slid up under the front of my shirt and cupped my breasts over my bra, teasing at my nipples for a moment before stepping out of your own clothes.

I bent over with a small shiver coursing up my spine, suddenly back in reality as I rubbed in tight circles with three fingers against my clit. I dipped two inside of me and pulled the slickness back, moaning again softly as my head rested inside my elbow and I knew I was close.

Back in my mind, you slid inside and the warmth and filling sensation was almost too much. I gasped, breathless, and hissed “Yes,” as I gripped the table. You stayed silent and gave long, deep thrusts of your hips as your hands wandered over my ass and lower back. You kneaded my ass and I groaned, pushing back hard against you. I was close and you knew it.

A small click against the window, panic as I think they’re home and seeing me in this filthy state. Relief floods in as I realize they’re not here, and I’m so close.

You whisper “You feel so fucking good. Such a bad wife.” I cum and I’m speechless with it. You keep going and finish inside of me and it’s like I could cum all over again.

I orgasm and one hand grips the table, steadying myself as I shudder and nearly collapse. I pant, look around, and stumble to the basin sink as I wash my hands, drying them on the clean laundry before dressing again. I don’t know why it happened or if it will again, and a sadness comes over me as I lament what I’ve done. Although, I know if it happens again, I won’t stop myself.

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