Former Lover
written by:
DeeZire

I went to the shopping mall on this particular Saturday morning. I had plenty of time to be on my own because my husband John would be gone from home most of the day helping a friend repair the roof on his house. John sent me shopping for a new bed because our old one was worn out, so I spent the morning browsing through the two furniture stores in the complex for a good bed at a reasonable price. After looking at every king-size bed each store had to offer, they were either not what I wanted or too expensive for our budget.

After leaving the mall, I drove a short distance to find another furniture store. This one was on the corner just a couple of blocks from the mall. I saw it advertised on TV a few times and they always talked about no one beating their prices. So I parked the car in the side lot and went inside to look around.

It seemed like every salesperson was busy with other customers, so I took the liberty of sitting on the edge of one bed, then another, and another until I found the bed that I felt comfortable with. As I bounced lightly on the edge of the bed, I noticed a tall figure of a man in the back of the store. He started walking toward me and he looked oddly familiar. Then I suddenly recognized who he was and feeling caught off guard I had this awkward feeling going on inside of me.

"Hello, is that you, Dee? I haven't seen you in a long time."

I felt embarrassed, trapped, and nearly mindless in how to respond to him. "Oh, hello, Tim. I didn't know you worked here."

"Would you have stayed away if you did?" he half joked.

"That's not fair. It's been a long time," I said in response.

"Five years, three months, two weeks, and four days to be exact," he came back.

"You got to be shitting me!" my surprised response as I sprung to my feet caught the ear of a nearby customer. Embarrassed again, I lowered my voice. "Please tell me you haven't been counting the days!"

He laughed. "No, but I been operating this store for that long, and it's been longer than that since I last seen you... And how is John?"

"He's doing OK. He hasn't changed much."

I wasn't sure if Tim was interested one way or the other in John. At one time Tim and John were best of friends. Then I came between them. I had been dating Tim for almost a year before things turned sour in our relationship. It was my fault, Tim was in love with me, and I thought I was in love with him until John made me realize that he was the man I really wanted to be with. So I broke up with Tim and ended up marrying John. I remembered that Tim was bitterly sore over the situation and refused to see John anymore. I remember how guilty I felt over breaking Tim's heart, and that same old guilt suddenly came back to me like it just happened yesterday.

"Uh... are you married, Tim?" I stuttered to say and almost wished I didn't ask because it was a sore subject considering the situation that past.

"No. I finally found a girl to marry, but it didn't work out and a divorce soon followed. I've been dating some lately, but I just can't seem to find a girl to love as much as I once loved you."

That made me feel like shit, but I guess I deserved it. Thinking back on it, before John entered the picture, Tim was the love of my life. The sex was always good. I think I missed that the most about him.

Tim and I sat on the edge of the bed to talk. He was still very handsome, better looking than John in some ways. His smile always grabbed me and damn it, he was smiling again. The last time we were on a bed together, we were naked and in love. Now my heart belonged to John, yet something inside my heart of hearts was reaching out for Tim. I thought my love for Tim had died, but I guess love never dies, it only sleeps.

Tim moved his hand along the surface of the bed and commented that the bed was very soft. His hand touched mine. I don't know if it was a purposeful touch or not, but it sent a warm feeling through my body. Then he told me that our breakup was all in the past and he had no hard feelings towards me or John for that matter. He was willing to be friends again.

We got up from that bed and Tim started showing me a variety of beds along with the prices. Then he suggested that he had more in the storage room that were just delivered the day before and he was spending most of his time back there getting them ready for the showroom.

He led me through the door brightly painted with a sign that read Employees Only. I was interested in looking at a variety of beds, but I was a little apprehensive about being in a place with no one around. I didn't trust myself to be alone with Tim, not with those old feelings I once had for him stirring up inside of me for the first time in years. What if he made a pass at me? Would I respond? I wasn't sure. I felt so vulnerable. I looked around, hoping to see another human being, but saw no one but Tim.

I started to wonder why I was making such a big deal out of this inside my head. Surely he didn't have that same fire for me that he once had when we were together. So much time had passed. He probably wouldn't try to make a pass at me. I was pretty sure of that.

Tim picked out another nice looking kind size bed and sat down on the edge of it and gave it a bounce. He suggested I lie down on the bed to see how it would feel. I had talked myself out of the silly little fears I had earlier and didn't hesitate to lay down on it.

"This one feels very nice," I said and stretched out further on it. He looked down at me and commented that he remembered when we used to spend time in bed together in each others arms.

"I remember the first time we had sex," he went on. We were in my apartment and stayed awake all night. I remembered how you loved me then. We should have married right away."

My resistance was weakening. I felt I wanted to touch his hand to console him, or maybe just to touch him again. The moment I did, Tim immediately laid down beside me to hug and kiss. Oh damn it, I wanted to feel his lips once again, to feel him kissing me the way he used to. I missed his closeness, more than I ever imagined. His tongue arched into my mouth seeking my tongue and my mouth opened wide for several long kisses. I felt his hand massaging my breasts. I was arching my chest for it and I knew I was losing all control to resist.

I felt my heart pounding and reached down and rubbed my hand over his pants and I could feel the cock I once enjoyed so many years ago. I remembered the intense orgasms I often had with him inside of me.

Tim tugged the buttons on my pants and I cooperated as he pulled them down and off my legs, shoes and all. He ripped off his pants, pulled his cock out of his shorts and moved on top of me. A moment later I was reaching down to move the narrow width of the panty material covering my crotch to one side and guided his cock toward my hole. I wasn't thinking rationally. My desires were too overwhelming at that moment to be thinking anything at all.

He pushed, and I felt the lips of my vulva melt like butter around his cock and my vagina stretching tightly around it as he slid in. We both were breathing hard as he started rapid in and out movements as if he couldn't wait any longer to give me his cum. I pushed to meet his thrusts, wanting the same thing, to have him fill me with his seed. We were both moaning as we fucked and we soon exploded, together, at the same time. It went fast, maybe too fast, but we weren't exactly in a place that would allow us such a luxury. We briefly relaxed in the afterglow, then Tim mentioned that we had better get up just in case someone came in the storage room where we were.

We quickly dressed, then Tim held me for a long kiss. He mentioned that was probably the quickest sex we ever had, and we both laughed.

I stood back and looked at Tim. "I came here to look at beds. I didn't think anything like this would happen today."

"Well it did, and I am happy about it. I want to be friends, I want to see you again," Tim said.

"I - I don't know, Tim. This all happened so suddenly. My thoughts are a mess."

"I'll tell you what. Pick a bed of your choice and I'll give it to you as a gift... for you and John, and I'll have it delivered to your house. I want to be friends with John too. Maybe he will see that I don't have any hard feelings."

"I appreciate your gesture, Tim... but I don't think giving us a bed would go over too well with John. I think John would be a little jealous if you were to come back into our lives. It would just be too complicated."

"Okay. I understand, Dee. Well, then, buy a bed from me and I'll give you a great half off price on it. Go ahead, pick a bed, any one you want."

"This one right here." I pointed to the bed that Tim and I just had sex on. I didn't know what morbid reasoning possessed me to pick that certain bed that I've stained with sin to share with my husband.

A smile curled Tim's lips when I picked it. "I'll have it delivered this afternoon," he said. I wrote him a check for the amount he was asking, then I left.

I was home a few hours later when the driver of the truck delivered the new kind size bed and set it up in the bedroom after taking the old bed out. After he left, I laid down on the bed to see how it felt. Then I reminisced about my affair with Tim earlier that day. It made me horny thinking about it.

I was making dinner when I heard John's car pull inside the garage. When he walked into the kitchen, I greeted him with a kiss, then took him to the bedroom and showed him the new bed. I had it looking nicely dressed under a comforter and the fluffy pillows that we both like so well. John laid on it and told me that I made a good choice. He liked it, but I knew he would tie me to that bed and burn it if he knew who was on it with me earlier that day. This would be a secret I would have to keep forever to myself.

Days passed, but the memory of being with Tim remained to the point that it haunted me. I knew it was all so wrong, but I wanted to see him again. I felt like what we started that day was left unfinished, and it seemed like the only way I could end it was to finish it.

That following week, on a Wednesday, I showered after John left for work. While standing naked and drying my long blonde hair in front of the bathroom mirror, I thought about Tim again. The thoughts of him were arousing enough to make my nipples turn erect and cause goose bumps to rise on my skin. My schedule was empty for the day and I thought about taking a ride down to his furniture store just to say hi. Of course I was kidding myself in light of the way my body was craving a whole lot more.

I took my prepping to the bedroom, wrapping on a narrow flesh-tone bra and flesh-tone panties. Then I sat in front of my dresser mirror and finished fixing my hair and applying makeup. I went with my favorite eye shadow that brought the blue out in my eyes, a soft shade of red for my lips, and a little bit of rose to my cheeks. I sprayed a bit of peachy perfume behind my ears and between my breasts while wondering how this day would turn out. Then I stood up and admired my shapely body clad in only the bra and panties, and I had a feeling it would turn out good.

The day I had given myself to Tim played over and over inside my head as I stood in front of my dresser mirror. I never removed my top for him to feel and kiss my breasts. I didn't even have time to take my panties off. I needed to feel that thrill of being naked for him the way we used to be so long ago with the freedom of letting him touch me anywhere he wanted, and however he wanted. I felt my body quiver with anticipation of sex.

But then thoughts of John entered my mind. What kind of monster have I turned into? I used to be so sweet and innocent. I still showed that appearance on the outside, but on the inside I've turned into nothing more than a slut. I remembered the first time I cheated on John when I picked up a hitchhiker the night I nearly ran over him with my car. I was angry with John from the argument we earlier had, then his guy got me stoned at his apartment and it all just happened.

I remembered the second time I was unfaithful. John and I were on a road trip and we were staying over at a trailer park in Arizona. I was feeling hornier than I ever felt in my entire life. I wasn't sure what was causing me to feel that way. Maybe it was that hot Arizona sun mixing with my hormones, and one would think that I would be in the back of our trailer making love to my husband all day, but I was in one of those weird moods that had me bouncing off of John every time he came close to me. John should have never left me alone in the trailer with that man we met that evening.

So here I am again, this time not acting through compulsion, but actually planning my ways towards an illicit affair. I really needed to pursue this, and I was beyond stopping myself even if I wanted to.

I looked into my closet trying to decide what to wear. I wanted to look nice and sexy, but not so obviously sexy that would draw the eyes of every one around me, just one set of eyes in particular... Tim's eyes. I picked out a flowery print summer dress which revealed a fair amount of cleavage and a nice portion of thighs. I adorned my neck and arms with jewelry and slipped on a pair of brown leather heels. I looked perfect for my intentions, innocent with a shade of provocative hinting through.

Twenty minutes after I left my house, I was pulling into the parking lot of the furniture store. I checked my makeup one last time in the rear view mirror and then made my way inside. Not able to spot Tim when I first walked in, I asked one of the sales persons if Tim was working today. He told me yes, that he was in the back, then he paged Tim. When Tim came up to the front, he looked a little bit surprised to see me standing there.

"Hi Dee. Is everything OK? I mean with the bed?" he asked.

"The bed is just fine. I came to see you, Tim."

Tim paused for the longest moment without saying a word. He just looked at me and his eyes seemed to glitter when he noticed how beautiful I looked. "Would you feel more comfortable talking to me in my office?" he asked.

"Probably," I answered.

Tim led me to his office which was in the back of the building next to the storage room.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked once he closed the door behind us.

"I want to finish what we started last week, and then I want to end it." I didn't have to beat around the bush in searching for the words for what I wanted to express. It all came right out the moment I began to speak.

"I thought it was over when you told me that it wasn't a good idea for me to enter back into your life with John in the picture."

"I thought it was too, but we left it unfinished."

"How do you mean - unfinished?"

"I mean I want to make love with you, the right way... the way we used to when we were together. What we had together last week was good, but..."

Tim smiled knowingly. "I understand what you're saying, Dee. So, when?"

"Now. Today, but not here. Your place would be better. I want to be alone with you."

Tim tried not to show the obvious excitement he was feeling when he discovered what I wanted from him, but his growing cock inside his pants was a dead giveaway. He reached over and pressed a red button on his phone.

"Yes Tim?" a female voice sounded through the speaker phone.

"I'm going to be gone for a couple of hours, Katherine. Watch the store for me, okay?"

"Not a problem, Tim."

"Come on, let's go out the back," Tim said to me and led me through the back door to his car parked a few feet away.

He lived five minutes away, and we didn't say a word along the short drive to his house. I had never been to his house before. He didn't own it when he knew me, but I did notice it was a nicely furnished house with large rooms when we walked inside. His business must have been very successful to afford him a house like this one.

Tim often talked about having kids. He loved kids and wanted to raise a large family. John doesn't want kids. He let me know that after we were married and I started talking about wanting to get pregnant. If I would have married Tim back in the day, I could have been living here with at least three children by now. I always dreamed of having three children, two boys and a girl. I tried not to think about it too hard. It was depressing me.

Tim took me into his kitchen and poured us both a glass of wine. We stood next to the kitchen sink and toasted to what was between us a long time ago. We both drank the wine quickly before he grabbed me for a kiss. I kicked off my heels and rose up on my toes for more of his lips pressing to mine. His kiss was deep and arousing, and his lips were like a match to the passion that fueled my body and I lit up like a torch.

Less than a minute later we were in his bedroom stripping each other naked while scrambling for his kind size four-poster bed. His bed was the only thing that I noticed beyond his naked body laying across it. I took the initiative, crawling over him on my hands and knees. Hovering over his face, I gave him a long and passionate kiss, then moved up to tease his lips with my dangling breasts, gasping every time his mouth captured my nipples. I loved the feel of his soft tongue making my nipples tingle while turning hard inside his mouth. He was the only man that ever told me that my nipples tasted like honey. I liked hearing that.

After rubbing my breasts all over his face, I moved down to kiss his stomach, then took his very erect cock in my mouth without using my hands. It had been years since I last had his beautiful cock inside my mouth, and how I remembered the sweet taste of his meat. I swirled my tongue around the head of it, then took his cock into my throat. I wanted to taste his cum the way I used to and started working vigorously up and down on his shaft until Tim's body stiffened and jerked as he started shooting in my mouth. I held still with tightly clenched lips and listened to him groan as he shot, letting his thick, hot creamy texture saturate my mouth before I swallowed his seed.

I sat up and smiled like a cat who just swallowed a yellow canary. Tim smiled back and said, "You still amaze me with the things you can do with your lovely mouth." He raised up and grabbed me by my waist and threw me down onto the bed, tickling my belly. "Now I'm going to eat your pussy!"

I giggled loudly, squirming under his grip. "Stop tickling me!" I giggled all the more. But my girlish giggles quickly turned into a delightful moan as his fingers trailed down between my thighs and embraced the soft, wet folds of my pussy.

His kissed my breasts, once again sparking those pleasurable feelings through my nipples. Then he moved down to join his lips with his fingers which were now covered with my juices. Spreading my legs, I moaned continuously as his tongue went up and down my slit, licking inside my pussy, then using his lips to suck my swollen clit. He teased me to the verge of taking me over the edge, but he stopped short of making me come. Instead, he laid on his back and rolled me on top so I could sit on him. His cock never softened and I literally gyrated on his stiff member after taking it inside of me. This was always Tim's favorite position. He enjoyed watching me taking pleasure with his cock. He knew I wouldn't stop until I made myself come, and like he always did, he reached up and played with my tits, encouraging me to go for it.

I screamed and bounced on his lap when I came. My body was still shaking when Tim rolled me off of him and onto my back. He mounted my body and used his strength to fuck me as hard as he could, causing my ass to bounce off the mattress with every thrust until he came. I took his hot cum inside my pussy, gladly. That was the only part of him I would end up taking home with me. After it was over I felt sexually satisfied, but in my soul I felt remorse. I just wanted to leave the rest behind and get on with my life uninterrupted by men who turn me away from being a good wife.

After Tim drove me back to the store, I didn't say much to him before getting back into my car and driving home. I focused on this one thing. This would be the last time I have sex with Tim. I felt I had finished what we started. I promised myself that I won't ever cheat on my husband again, no matter how tempting it might be. At least that's what I felt at the time.