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I had married at eighteen and had remained faithful to my wife for more than twenty-five years. After our second and last child graduated college, she announced that she was leaving me for another man. It seems, fifteen years before, she had reconnected with the guy she dated before she met me and they had been carrying on an affair ever since. I think that is what you call being cuckold.
A couple of months after we divorced, I decided to go on a vacation and talked my brother into a canoe trip in the boundary waters of northern Minnesota. I went back to our hometown a couple of days early to start assembling gear. While I was in a sporting goods store picking up some supplies, I ran into Cindy, a woman I had dated in high school. We started talking, and we each learned that the other was now single. Before I left the store, we made a date for the evening.
I first met Cindy when I was in ninth grade and she was in the seventh. Our school had traveled to another for a basketball game and we made a connection during the game. On the way home, Cindy rode on my bus and we snuggled and kissed all the way. As is typical with very young relationships, it didn't last long (not much opportunity to see each other) and we parted. Three years later, however, we met at another basketball game and rekindled the romance.
Cindy was half-Italian with thick black hair, dark eyes and a fiery temper. Of course, that temper was just one manifestation of her passionate soul and, when she wasn't mad, another was kissing. She was a fantastic kisser. For the most part, that is all we ever did (we were young, you know), but one night she told me she thought it was alright for couples to go a little further when they had been together as long as we had. That was my invitation to touch her cute little titties for the first time.
Unfortunately, we broke up soon after and never progressed any further. Within three years I was married and Cindy married a couple of years after that. I ran into her a few years later and almost didn't recognize her. The face and hair was the same, but the first thing I had noticed on this woman was a chest that wouldn't quit. It took a second look to realize that those boobs were attached to a person I knew. We said hello and started chatting, quickly catching up on the years between. She met my wife and daughter and I learned she had gotten a divorce. After a few minutes, we said goodbye and didn't see each other again until that day in the sporting goods store.
I arrived at Cindy's house at 7:00. When she opened the door, I thought she looked wonderful and I said so. She was dressed in a simple denim skirt and a plain white oxford shirt, but something about her made my dick twitch. Maybe it was the contrast of the dark hair and eyes with the white of the shirt, maybe it was the thought that we might pick-up where we left off, I don't know. Whatever it was, I was liking it.
Over the years, Cindy's slim body that I had enjoyed as a teen had taken on a more curvaceous shape. As I mentioned, her chest was substantially larger and her hips were more pronounced. Her hair was still black (with a little help, I assume) and her skin still had a smoothness that made her look younger than her 41 years. Cindy was fairly tall and much of her height came from a gorgeous pair of legs. Altogether, a beautiful package.
I had made reservations at a restaurant we enjoyed when we were dating. It was an old fashioned steak house with tables and booths spaced far enough apart for a sense of privacy. And, it was quiet enough that a couple could carry on a conversation without having to shout. The tablecloths were real starched linen and the wait staff was helpful without being overly pushy. The food was also excellent and we had a great meal.
Over coffee, we found that we both liked jazz and Cindy told me of a club she had discovered not far from the restaurant. We moved to the club and continued our conversation while listening to a combo led by a sax player that rivaled Gerry Mulligan. During the course of our conversation, Cindy told me that she had thought of me often through the years and had always wondered what might have happened if we stayed together. I confessed that I had entertained the same thoughts. We danced and talked for a couple more hours then it was time to take her home.
When we were teenagers, Cindy would sit close to me while I drove so we could cuddle. My car doesn't lend itself to sitting that close, so we had to be content with holding hands. When we arrived at her house, we stayed in the driveway for a few minutes and I told her, "I have a memory of you that has never left me. I remember one time when we were sitting in the driveway of your parents house-much like this-and you were laying across my lap while we kissed." She said, "I remember a few of those times, why does this one stand out?" "Because you told me you thought we had been together long enough to go further than just kissing and what happened next was a thrill I will never forget." "Believe it or not, I remember that night, too," Cindy said. We were quiet for a couple of moments then she asked, "Would you like to come in?"
As soon as we were in the front door, I touched Cindy's shoulder and she turned to me. We looked into each other's eyes for only a moment then kissed. It was electric. I don't know what this woman has, but I can't think of another whose kisses have excited me so much. Our arms wrapped around each other and we pulled each other so tightly it was like we were trying to become one body. We were like teenagers again exploring our passions for the first time. As we broke the kiss, Cindy asked, "Will you stay?" I don't remember actually giving her an answer, but I don't really think I needed to. Cindy took my hand and led me to her bedroom.
