The FB Message[MF][Cheating]

It started with that all too familiar ding of a new FB message. I was close to calling it a night. My wife and children were out of town for the next couple days on a camping trip with my in laws, that work wouldn’t allow me to join. 10pm on a Friday night might seem early to knock out for the night, but until that ding went off, I didn’t have much to stay up for. I grabbed my phone expecting a good night note from my wife, but was met with something else entirely.

“I know it’s been almost 10 years…” the message started. It was from Jessica. We had met in high school nearly 20 years ago now. She was first introduced to me as the latest big breasted blonde that my friend had on his arm. Though we were all 17 at the time, Jessica had a reputation as a party girl and an easy lay. That’s all my friend needed to hear to ask her out. We all expected that they would last a few weeks or a couple months, then he would be over her and move on, as he did. Our friend group was surprised when she was still around after graduation, and even more shocked when we found out they were expecting a little girl. The baby was born and then the wedding happened soon after.

Their relationship, and my friendship with him took a hard right turn, when their daughter was 4, and their youngest girl was 2. He fell into heavy drinking and harder drugs. Him and I had a few rows over all of it. He was a different person when he was drunk, and I didn’t want to have anything to do with it. I cut him off, and told Jessica why. I promised I would do what I could for her and her girls, if she needed anything, but I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. She confided in me then, that she was planning for divorce and she would keep contact. She did both. I was there the day he found out, a quick physical confrontation happened. I made sure he left, and then I let her deal with everything after. 4 months after the last I had seen of him, she texted me and asked me to come by. She told me that night the details of their split. Her girls were gone for the weekend with her parents, so she was home alone. She had lost some friends during her marriage because of him, so she was lonely. We shared some bud and some mixed drinks, sharing out hurt about her soon to be ex-husband. One thing obviously led to another that night, and I left her house the next morning. I was so drunk that night, I unfortunately don’t remember much of anything from that night.

We never did anything sexual again together. We did still hangout a handful of times, in fact, Jessica was with me the night I met my wife. She spent a couple hours talking me up to her and helped me seal that deal. Then, as my new relationship progressed, and her children grew, the distance started to mount between us. It felt natural, and there wasn’t any hard feelings about it. We would still message or text every now and again but it became less and less often over the years.

Now it had been over 8 years since we had seen each other, and probably 5 years since a message had been sent. Now, as I unlocked my phone and opened the message I found a long read in front of me. Jessica said in her message that she had been having to explain to her daughters what had went down when she split with her husband, and wanted to thank me for being there at the time, and helping her through everything. It all seemed very sweet, so I went ahead and replied to her, that she was more than welcome and even if it had been almost a decade, I would still do whatever I could to help them out.

We traded a few messages back and forth, where it came out, that we were both alone that night, and we now live just a couple miles away from each other.

“Want to come by for a drink and a catch up?” She finally asks.

I wasn’t thinking much of it. We were old friends, so what else would I do, just go to bed?

“Sure. Send your address, I’ll be over in 20.”

It had been a long day at work, so I jumped in the shower for a quick rinse, threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, and was then on my way about 20 minutes after our last message. Her house was pretty close, so I was knocking on her front door within 10 minutes of leaving my place. The door swung open to reveal Jessica, 5’4″, still in the shape all her daily workouts provided, in a tight grey business style skirt clung tightly to her toned legs and shapely ass, and a white blouse, partially unbuttoned to show off her ample cleavage. She didn’t look unfamiliar, but the years in between our meetings had aged her, in a very graceful way. She looked more confident, and sexier in her late thirties than she did as a sex pot teenager. A huge smile crossed her face as our eyes met, and she stepped out of the door to give me a tight hug, pressing her tight body against me, mashing her breasts into my chest, and filling my nostrils with the sweet scent of her perfume.

“It’s so nice to see you again.” She almost whimpered, her face nuzzled up on my neck. I could hear the wavering of her voice and could feel the emotion.

“It’s a welcome surprise for sure. Can we go in?” I asked, still wrapped in her clinging hug.

She breaks her grip and laughs, of course we can. I can see the glassy look of her eyes, and wonder if I’ve gotten myself into a shoulder to cry on situation and not an old friends catching up thing. She led me into her living room and motioned for me to sit while she grabbed us a drink. She returned a couple minutes later with whiskey and coke, and a rolled up blunt. That was our go to, back in the day. I told her I was impressed she remembered. She told me she might have forgotten, had she not had to remember those days, explaining them to the girls earlier that day. She went on to tell me about it. How hard it was to tell her now teenage daughters about that time of their life, and what had happened with their dad, why he wasn’t around anymore. Her ex-husband, my ex friend, he ran off about a year after their oldest turned 7. He hadn’t been back since. She was emotional about it, but told me, that remembering how I had helped her move her girls away, and stayed her friend through all of it was the bright part about that time of her life.

“And that night. That meant a lot to me at the time too.” She said.

“That night?” I asked. I knew what she was talking about, our one night together, but I wanted her to elaborate.

She slapped me on the arm. “You know. That night.”

“Well, we had a lot of fun nights….”
“Stop joking! You don’t remember, that night? Us together?”

“Oh, yeah, that night.” I said with a big smirk as I took a quick tug on my drink and then a toke of the blunt. “I gotta be honest though, we had drank so much that night, I unfortunately don’t remember much of anything about it. As much as I’ve tried over the years, the most I remember is waking up the next morning and heading off to work really hungover.”

“You really don’t remember? I was drunk, but I will never forget it. You made me feel wanted and beautiful again that night. You made me feel other things that night, several times as I recall.” She told me smiling.

“Well shit, now I really wish I could remember.”

“It’s still in my spank bank.” She said, looking me in the eyes, that familiar look I noticed. Suddenly I realized, I might be in a little trouble here.

“Wow. I’m glad about that. Disappointed you can remember everything, and I can’t even remember what your tits look like.” I said feeling a little brave thanks to the whiskey and weed, breaking my eye contact and looking down to her blouse covered breasts. I looked back up to her face. She set her drink down on the table, took a hit, passing the weed back to me. As I inhaled I watched as she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, letting it fall open. She deftly unhooked her bra in the front, letting it also fall away. There she sat in front of me, he gorgeous tits now out in the open in front of me.

“You’re sober enough to remember them now right?” She asked, shaking her shoulders a bit to make her tits sway back and forth.

“Wow. Yup, those are burned into my brain forever now. They look even bigger and better than I remember.” I said almost drooling.

“Hey, I thought you couldn’t remember!?”
“Well I can’t remember that night, but that certainly wasn’t the only time you pulled your tits out in my presence.” I joked.

“OK. That’s fair. I’ve used these girls to get attention and things I wanted plenty of times over the years. You get a pass this time.” She joked back, letting her milky white breasts continue to hang free.

“You really remember everything about that night?”
“Yes. It was a special night for me. Clark was really selfish when it came to sex. It was always making sure he got his nut off, but never worried about me. The last 2 years we were together, the only orgasms I had, were alone in the shower. He never spent enough time to get me off. So that night…” she trailed off.

“What about it? Really I don’t remember. Tell me about it.” I said, feeling my dick stiffening in my denim. I saw as she tried to find the words, or as the memory was coming to the front, her nipples hardened, coming to a stiff point on her exposed chest. One of her hands came up and tweaked one of her nipples as she spoke.

“It wasn’t making love or anything like that. We fucked, but it was still passionate. You remember how we felt after that fight with Clark. How he hit you, trying to get to me, and you literally threw him out the front door. The emotions were really running high. So when we kissed those weeks later, everything just became primal. Our clothes were torn off and we were on top of each other in no time. It was rough, but not unwanted or unneeded. I will never forget the feeling of you pushing inside of me the first time. My pussy was so wet, and your cock so hard, it was one of the best feelings ever. I hadn’t cum during sex in years at that point. You changed that, just 2 minutes later. In fact, it was the first time I ever had an orgasm just from vaginal sex, no playing with my clit. I didn’t think I could do that at the time.”

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down and running my palm along my now rock hard shaft in my jeans. Jessica was now lightly tugging at her nipples as she continued.

“After I came that first time, you were almost like possessed. You flipped me around and pounded me even harder. It was so hot and sexy. Clark was the only man I had been with since high school then. It was always like he was just humping me. But with you, it was different. Your hands touched all the right spots. It was almost like you could read my mind that night. When I felt like I was getting close, it was like you knew and did what I needed to get there. Four times I came while you fucked me, and even though I had never really liked it, when you told me you wanted to cum in my mouth while I was riding you, I knew I needed to do that for you. I always thought it was gross, but I was so turned on, and I wanted you to feel as good as I was.. So when I could feel your dick get even harder I knew it was time, and I got on my knees and sucked your dick until you nearly drown me. I thought it was gross before, but that night, hearing you moan while you came in my mouth, it was the sexiest thing ever. Some of my strongest orgasms since, have been thinking about that.”

“God damn. Now I really wish I could remember all of that. At least I’ll have your retelling to add to my spank bank.” I said, now openly stroking my cock through my pants.

She did that little bite on her bottom lip, as she looked down to the outline of my cock, and then looked back up at me.

“Then maybe, we should create an all new memory for us both. Just one more night.” She said.

“We are married.” I protested as weakly as you probably think I did. I wanted this. I wanted her. I knew this was going to happen though, regardless of my weak protest.

“It’s just not fair that I remember everything and you don’t. We should have something we both can think back on.” She said as she leaned forward, bringing her lips to mine. We fell into each other, making out like the teens we were when we met the first time. I pulled her on top of my lap, pushing her skirt up, to get a handful of her ass, pulling her against me. We continued like this for several minutes, making out, grinding against each other, our hands everywhere. Suddenly her hands were on my chest and she pushed herself off of me standing up infront of me. I watched as she unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, followed by pushing the blouse off her shoulders. She stood there now, in just a lacy black thong.

“I’m going to my bedroom. Let’s go make a new memory.” She said. I just nodded my head, mouth agape. I had obviously seen Jessica naked before, but I was taken back by how fantastic her body had become over the years. She had put in work and it paid off. She could have been a swimsuit model even now. She walked away down the hall towards her room. I just sat there watching her thong covered ass swaying as she walked away. As she reached her door, she looked back at me, pushed her thong down her long toned legs, and turned to face me, giving me my first view that night of the tightly cropped landing strip just over her already glistening pussy lips. She gave me a wicked smile and entered her room, leaving my view.

I stood and followed in her footsteps until I got to her bedroom door. Jessica was laying back on her bed, legs spread while she slowly circled her clit looking up at me.

“You can have me any way you want tonight, but you have to cum in my mouth. I’ve dreamed about tasting it again.” She purred.

While Jessica had obviously kept her body up over the years, fatherhood and marriage put 25 extra pounds on my dadbod. So I felt a little self conscious about it as I peeled my tshirt off, until she said, “Now bring that thick cock of yours over here.” She wasn’t worried about my little gut, she wanted me and my dick. All my worries fell away, along with my jeans as I stepped out of them, letting her see all of me. I don’t know if i had ever told her, but cumming in my partner’s mouth is my favorite thing. It felt like my dick grew thicker and harder hearing her ask for it.

“I will cum in your mouth, but not before you come in mine.” I said crawling into the between her legs and taking a long lick up her slick sex and then lightly flicking my tongue against her pronounced clit. After hearing a long low moan escape her lips, I started my assault. Kissing, licking, and nibbling all around her pussy. Her hips bucked, her legs nearly trembling after just a couple minutes. I could hear and feel her breathing change. I could taste the sweetness leaking out of her, she was almost there. I snuck two fingers inside her and started to massage her g-spot, and started to suck her clit.

“Oh my gawd….yes…fuck…dont stop please! I’m going to fucking cum in your mouth!”

I knew well enough to keep up my pace and pressure. Her bucking hips got more frantic as her hands came down and pulled my head in tighter against her pussy.

“Ohh yessss!” She hissed as her orgasm took over. I could taste her flooding my mouth with her sweet nectar. I slowed my tongue as she started to calm, and then pushed myself up on my knees, still between her legs. My cock stood out proud, almost painfully hard. My 7 inches looking bigger than it was. I grabbed her legs and pushed them back towards her head, exposing her sex to me. I took my cock in my hand, slowly running the tip up and down her pussy, getting it slick with her cum. She let out a deep groan as my hot dick came in contact with her swollen clit. I lined myself up with her entrance, looking in her eyes.

“Tell me you want it.”
“Please, I need you to fuck me. Please. Please.” She pleaded.

I pushed forward, burying every inch of me into her. Jessica’s eyes rolled back in her head, as her back arched letting me in as deep as I could go. I started slow, pushing in, and slowly pulling out to my head, and then back in. Ever so slowly, I picked up the pace, until I was pulling out and pounding down, our hips slamming together. I continued fucking her hard for a minute or two, then I pushed in as deep as I could, and held myself there, and straightened my back to look down on her again. I ran my thumb across her clit quickly and watched her body shake. Slowly again I started to thrust in and out, running my thumb across her clit in time with every thrust. She was writhing underneath my touch. In what seemed like just a matter of moments, I heard her sharply intake of breath, and her walls clamp down on me. She came again.

I pulled my cum covered member out, grabbed her hips and flipped her over. She knew right away what I was after. She pushed herself up to her knees, face down and that tight ass up in the air. I shoved my cock back into her. There was no going slow now, I just jackhammer in and out of her. I could hear from her moans, and her muttering yes, yes, that she was loving this just as much as me. As I pounded her, I slapped her ass hard, she squealed and pushed up on her hands, throwing her head back.

“Yes, harder. Fuck me harder!”

I snatched a handful of her blonde and highlighted hair, pulling her head back while was fucking her doggy style slapping her cheeks as I pleased. My red hand prints starting to show across her delicious ass.

“Oh god….oh…cumming….cumming on your cock!”

I kept the rough pace as her orgasm took her over. Finally I slammed in as hard as I could, and pulled back letting my dick slip out of her. She fell forward on her stomach breathing heavy. I laid down on my back next to her.

“Ride my dick and make me cum.” I commanded. She looked over at me with those sexy bedroom eyes. She gave herself 30 seconds to catch her breath, while I slowly stroked my pussy juice covered cock. She swung her leg over me, grabbing my dick and sliding herself down my pole. As I bottomed out, our pelvic region meeting with each other, her hands came to my tattooed chest, pushing herself up straight, she slowly ground down on me, her hands coming up to cup her tits and squeeze her nipples.

“You cock feels so fucking big in me. You’re stretching me so good.” She said while riding me. Her dirty talk was pushing me so close, but her slow movements were keeping me in check, until she continued.

“Mmm fuck, I want you to cum. I want to taste you explode in my mouth. Will you cum in my mouth babe? Please?”

“Fuck I’m close. You’re going to make me cum.”

She hopped off and swallowed my dick down, cupping my balls, she expertly worked my whole length. Just a few more up and downs, and playing with my balls was all it took. I grunted as I lost it, emptying my load into her hungry waiting mouth. Six heavy ropes exploded from me while she kept sucking me through my own orgasm. As I finished cumming she slowly kept sucking me up and down, then she pulled off and showed me her mouth full of my seed. She made a show of swallowing it, then went back down taking my entire rod down into her throat. When she was satisfied that she had cleaned me up completely she laid down next to me, our sweat covered bodies against each other.

“I promise I will never forget this.” I said in heavy breaths.

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